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[genesiseven]

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[genesiseven]

HOWDY BIG BANG THEORISTS

i come with evidence of my writing and how Im alive

You used to stay for five more minutes, and those five minutes would turn to ten, and ten to fifteen until I usher you out with a toast to your mouth after I kissed you but now it is mistress work luring you in with her tempting reward of riches and recognition, maybe even trophies if you let her completely tempt you in.

[genesiseven]

I lowk just realised this might be similar to my hedgehog's dilemma fanfic...

[genesiseven]

HOWDY BIG BANG THEORISTS

i come with evidence of my writing and how Im alive

You used to stay for five more minutes, and those five minutes would turn to ten, and ten to fifteen until I usher you out with a toast to your mouth after I kissed you but now it is mistress work luring you in with her tempting reward of riches and recognition, maybe even trophies if you let her completely tempt you in.

[genesiseven]

𝐅𝐒𝐌,

𝑨 𝒉𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒉𝒐𝒈'𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒎𝒂 - or sometimes the porcupine dilemma, is a metaphor about the challenges of human intimacy. It describes a situation in which a group of hedgehogs seek to move close to one another to share heat during cold weather. They must remain apart, however, as they cannot avoid hurting one another with their sharp spines. Though they all share the intention of a close reciprocal relationship, this cannot occur, for unavoidable reasons.

My love, how far you have drifted away. You have left me in this cold, and yet, here you are, lying in the same bed as me.

My love, your cold scorns me. You have turned your back on me, in all ways than just one, here you are, lying in the same bed as me with your back turned and refusing to even look at me in the eye as if I was no more than a lipstick wearing pig.

My love, have I grown ugly in your eyes? Or has your love for me wilted that familiarity has finally bred contempt?

My love, O, my love. Please, turn your back on me no longer. Please, lay your love on me once more. If not, I only ask you to look at me. Speak no words, for I will see what you truly see of me in the way your eyes shine or dull. Let me live in this paracosm in which you loved me the way you did before—if not more—and grant me relief from this endless torment of my own mind driving me mad with possibilities.

My love, please reach out to me once more. Tell me of what I've done, and I will spend lifetimes healing what I've possibly done wrong. If not, please just hold my hand—even my right promise finger is enough.

My love, please leave no more. I can no longer bear going hours without seeing you, just for you to come back to sit in the same room as me, eating silently without even breathing in my direction — and lie in the same bed as me with your back turned, as if you're avoiding danger, as if you're avoiding love.

My love, raise your voice at me longer. For I only wish to know of my wrongdoings—if there is any. I only wish to know of what you drown in, so I can drown with you, or pull you out, but as far as time has accompanied us both, it's no secret to time or death himself knows that I drown with you always, on my accord.

My love, I can touch you no longer without you flinching or yelling at me like a war cry. What has happened to us, my love? What have I done to walk on eggshells around you? Have we become acquaintances with nothing but contempt for eachother?

My love, O, my love.. wander back to me. Burn me in your fire, even if a part of us dies in the same place.

My love.. o.. my dearest, most tragic love. I write these letters in hopes that one day soon, you read them and confide in me or rather, tear apart this letter much like you tear into me — and for once, I may not be the object of your wrath.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ …Beloved, my beloved, do not put an end to your part in my story so fast. It ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤhasn't been 24 chapters yet, don't make me write ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ drafts and letters much like this one so soon, ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ beloved, my beloved.

Michael Kaiser, Rensuke Kunigami, Grimmjow Jaegerjacquez, Mayuri Kurotsuchi, Sousuke Aizen, Heimdall Odinnson.

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[genesiseven]

𝐅𝐒𝐌,

𝑨 𝒉𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒉𝒐𝒈'𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒎𝒂 - or sometimes the porcupine dilemma, is a metaphor about the challenges of human intimacy. It describes a situation in which a group of hedgehogs seek to move close to one another to share heat during cold weather. They must remain apart, however, as they cannot avoid hurting one another with their sharp spines. Though they all share the intention of a close reciprocal relationship, this cannot occur, for unavoidable reasons.

My love, how far you have drifted away. You have left me in this cold, and yet, here you are, lying in the same bed as me.

My love, your cold scorns me. You have turned your back on me, in all ways than just one, here you are, lying in the same bed as me with your back turned and refusing to even look at me in the eye as if I was no more than a lipstick wearing pig.

My love, have I grown ugly in your eyes? Or has your love for me wilted that familiarity has finally bred contempt?

My love, O, my love. Please, turn your back on me no longer. Please, lay your love on me once more. If not, I only ask you to look at me. Speak no words, for I will see what you truly see of me in the way your eyes shine or dull. Let me live in this paracosm in which you loved me the way you did before—if not more—and grant me relief from this endless torment of my own mind driving me mad with possibilities.

My love, please reach out to me once more. Tell me of what I've done, and I will spend lifetimes healing what I've possibly done wrong. If not, please just hold my hand—even my right promise finger is enough.

My love, please leave no more. I can no longer bear going hours without seeing you, just for you to come back to sit in the same room as me, eating silently without even breathing in my direction — and lie in the same bed as me with your back turned, as if you're avoiding danger, as if you're avoiding love.

My love, raise your voice at me longer. For I only wish to know of my wrongdoings—if there is any. I only wish to know of what you drown in, so I can drown with you, or pull you out, but as far as time has accompanied us both, it's no secret to time or death himself knows that I drown with you always, on my accord.

My love, I can touch you no longer without you flinching or yelling at me like a war cry. What has happened to us, my love? What have I done to walk on eggshells around you? Have we become acquaintances with nothing but contempt for eachother?

My love, O, my love.. wander back to me. Burn me in your fire, even if a part of us dies in the same place.

My love.. o.. my dearest, most tragic love. I write these letters in hopes that one day soon, you read them and confide in me or rather, tear apart this letter much like you tear into me — and for once, I may not be the object of your wrath.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ …Beloved, my beloved, do not put an end to your part in my story so fast. It ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤhasn't been 24 chapters yet, don't make me write ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ drafts and letters much like this one so soon, ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ beloved, my beloved.

Michael Kaiser, Rensuke Kunigami, Grimmjow Jaegerjacquez, Mayuri Kurotsuchi, Sousuke Aizen, Heimdall Odinnson.

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[autumnleaves1991-blog]

This is why writers abandon stories. It’s not that we don’t love them, it’s because we don’t want to love them alone.

[lagncx]

Protecting a fire with bare hands 15

hostile mind.

// Lets lock in.// shit hits the fan tw: violence, gore. blah blah.

////taste that? it's your soul leaving ur throat////

   “Lord Heimdall,” you said emotionlessly, your eyes looking down at him. Heimdall stood still, arms folded. Since when have you called him lord?

———

   Heimdall and you made your way outside of Asgard. There was heavy rain. Asgard only rained when you were in distress, but you were fine; you would say something if you weren’t. Heimdall looked down as one of the kids came running to you with a wide smile, hugging onto your leg, making you stop. The kid was jumping excitedly about you having your arm back, but you sneered and grabbed the child’s arm, almost throwing him to the ground. 

   “I don’t have time for your games, runt.” The child looked up at you with wet eyes. You huffed, continuing on with Heimdall. He looked back at you, “That was quite…out of character for you.” You looked around unfazed. “I have orders to follow. No time for children, " you said plainly. Heimdall chuckled, “That I can agree on.”

   Heimdall whistled, Gulltoppr turning to him with a delighted purr, nuzzling into his hand. Heimdall turned to the group of Einherjar, tightening his arm bracers. “So what’s the plan today, golden boy?” One of the soldiers asked with a chuckle from the group. 

  Heimdall laughed along before going straight-faced. “Funny, and as a reward for your jesting, go clean Gulltopprs stall.” The soldier frowned and stood still. Heimdall waved his hand. “Go on.” He smirked, watching the man walk into the stall. 

   Heimdall sighed, looking back. “Anyone else? No? Good.” Heimdall's hand lay on Gulltopprs head. “Tonight we travel into Vanaheim with three main objectives: find Freyr's Outpost, capture Freyr, and destroy any threats to Asgard.” 

  One of the women soldiers stepped up. “And? His followers will they just be left to walk freely?” Heimdall went to answer before you stepped up. “No, we kill them, every single one.” Heimdall looked at you. “Why?” He asked, and you looked at him, almost shocked that he would ask.

“Why let them live?” You stated the soldiers cheered, “That’s what I’m talking about, nobody gets to threaten our All Father and get to keep their heads.” One exclaimed, “Also like the new look, you're one of us now.” You remain unshaken, standing still as you observe the group disbanding and readying their animals and weapons. 

   Heimdall hopped onto Gulltoppr. “Isn’t that neat? They save your life and you’re gonna repay them with their blood.” Your nose twitched slightly. “No such thing as debt.” You spat. 

  Heimdall rode up beside you, offering you a hand. “Here, hop on.” Gulltoppr nuzzled into you excitedly, but you pushed her away with a sneer. You whistled the horse that Heimdall broke in Vanaheim, walking up with heavy armor. You lifted yourself onto its saddle, grabbing the horn and pulling the reins, moving your horse back some. Heimdall sat back up with a Hand on his thigh. You always wanted to ride Gulltoppr.

   Looking down, he saw his feline companion slump sadly. He leaned down and scratched her head, making her perk up as her back foot tapped in pleasure. He smiled.

  “Alright, we’re ready to move out.” Said one of the soldiers. Heimdall nodded, and suddenly a portal opened in Vanaheim's dense forest on the other side. Heimdall rode beside you. “You’ll be leading us to his hideout.” You looked at him. “Yes, lord Heimdall.” 

————

   The ride was slow, troops took care of any pests that were in the way, but other than that, it was peaceful. Heimdall had made some small talk with some of the troops, insulting Heimdall and the vanir, but you remained silent and still, like stone.

   Riding behind you, Heimdall was peering into your mind. He was pulled into it like there was an icy grip. Heimdall looked around, and everything was dark and empty. Taking a few steps, he could hear his feet hit the floor like it were wet. Always water with you.

 “Do you have to leave your snail trail everywhere?” 

  He heard in the distance. Was that him? Heimdall turned behind him, seeing a flickering light, which turned into two lights. The figure inched closer, snarling, foaming at the mouth, a dog. No, a wolf. Heimdall stepped back, the wolf gunning for him, jaw-dropping and chewing into him! 

  Heimdall gasped, being pushed from your mind, he looked down seeing the blood drops on his fists. Heimdall rubbed his nose, the blood stopping after a moment. What was that? A wolf in your mind? But where were you? All he could feel was fear, anger, and pain. Could that be you, defending yourself?

  Heimdall wiped his nose clean and sniffled a bit, looking back up. You stopped and looked around. “We’re here.” The troops scattered around in search of any of Freyrs group. Heimdall rode beside you. “It’s abandoned.” He said

 “Maybe…” Heimdall cut you off. “It is, I hear nothing. Not here or for miles.” You remained silent. 

  After minutes of searching, Heimdall called back the troops, “Let’s keep moving, we’re bound to find them.” The god said with a sigh as he turned Gulltoppr to continue down the road. 

  You stayed still. 

  Hopping down from your horse you walked into one of the makeshift tents baskets weaved by grass in the corners of the small tent along with a fireplace, the flakes on the wood was still hot, and the smell was like something was cooking, there was fat that was melting on the stick above the fire. Your head turned slowly, and your eyes caught onto marks on the floor, scratch marks. 

—-

Heimdall ran a hand over his chin, feeling the stubble that told him it was time for a shave. His thoughts were abruptly interrupted as he turned to witness a peculiar scene. You were hoisting a little elf girl by her vibrant horns, tossing her out of a tent and onto the ground with a flutter of panicked squeals. She landed at Heimdall’s feet, dust rising around her. With a swift, practiced motion, you drew your blade from its sheath. It gleamed dully in the light, strikingly silent and eerily soulless.

  You held it up to the little one’s throat, making her fall silent in fear. Looking up you pressed it harder into the girl's skin. “Freyr! You have one second to spare this girl and reveal yourself, you and your little friends come and offer yourselves up. Do that and we can avoid the hard way. You can’t hide!” 

   You looked down at the girl, pulling back your sword, preparing to strike. 

  “You wouldn’t hide.” You whispered, and suddenly you turned towards the sound of splashing water, Freyr running with his hands up in surrender, “Alright! Alright! I understand.” He said others came from their hiding spots, not many, so they weren’t a threat. “We’re here. Just don’t hurt her.” 

  Heimdall raised a brow. “Hello, sizzles, been a while. Everyone, please take a look at this…god they idolize.” Heimdall hopped off Gulltoppr and walked to Freyr circling him like he was lunch “You must feel like shit.”

   You looked up at the god with his eyes on you. Now you had already said at Asgard that you would kill them all. Anyone who worshipped Freyr dared to disobey the All-father…but something made you stop. 

 You let go of the girl, watching as she stumbled into Freyrs arms crying and shaking. He shushed her, looking at Heimdall. “Why do you hunt us? We are no threat,”  Heimdall laughed loudly. “Oh, Freyr, we both know that’s not true. The all-Father believes you are working with Freya and the uh—God killer.” Freyr clenched his jaw, and there was silence. Heimdall and he stared at each other intensely. 

   “Cloud your thoughts as much as you want, but I know the truth,” Heimdall smirked, and Freyr closed his eyes with a long sigh. “I’ve fought with you before, I know better than to try and hit you.” 

   Heimdall patted his back, pushing him to the ground on the third pat. “Good man. Helmets, take them all.” 

 You stepped up. “Too much, kill them and keep Freyr.” Freyr looked up. “No! What’re you saying?” His followers shouted in shock and backed up in fear and panic. You walked up, pulling out your sword. Heimdall turned your way, bumping shoulders, stopping you. “I would really like to understand why you want to kill these defense—… useless creatures?” He whispered, and you raised a brow. 

  “When have you backed out of getting blood on your blade?” You whispered back, looking down at him almost disrespectfully, making him sneer. “Just for that. Back down.” He said, and you furrowed your eyebrows, eyes flickering back and forth to the refugees. 

  You put away your sword, backing away, your frown turning neutral. Heimdall rubbed his forehead and turned around, waving his hand, making the Einherjar push Freyr back towards his camp along with his followers, forcing them into one of the makeshift tents. 

  Heimdall kicked at some dirt. “We’ll take base here, till the All Father is ready for us.” 

———-

    You stood outside the tent where they were holding Freyr, wiping your sword. You gazed into the steel. 

  Heimdall stood next to the wooden beam with Freyr tied to it. Heimdall stared at you with a soft face. Freyr leaned into his peripheral. Heimdall's mouth turned into a disgusted frown as he turned to meet with the tied-up, pathetic vanir god. 

  “You’re staring at me again…what do you want?” Heimdall turned back to face into the distance. Freyr leaned forward with a groan from being hit in the stomach by the helmet, who just wanted a laugh. “The girl…she uh-she doesn’t seem like the other Helmets.” Heimdall rolled his eyes.  

   “Save me your acts and be plain, I know you helped her, and I know she has planned against the All-Father with you. The All-Father saved her from a fate such as her blood father and mother.” Freyr looked between you and Heimdall. “What? She—She-no. You’ve got it all wrong. She didn’t do anything, not any type of planning against the old goat.” 

   Heimdall rolled his eyes. “Hold your lies, your pathetic life will soon be no more after the all father is done with you.” Freyr shook his head “Heimdall, listen asshole.” Heimdall glared back at him, kicking him in the jaw, making Freyr groan as he flexed his jaw in pain. Heimdall leaned down to face him. “Stop. Talking.” Freyr sneered, “Look into my eyes when I tell you this, the girl cares about you. I don't know why, but you and she have grown together; she told me so. Look at her!—“ 

  Freyr said, then leaned closer and whispered, “Look at her. You know this isn’t her; she was never cruel. Loyal, but never cruel. She wanted to keep everyone safe. Even her enemies, she would’ve never saved me if not.” Heimdall could see nothing but truth. “Now tell me, Heimdall, is that woman the same one you know? She’s just like your army, empty-minded and tormented by bloodlust.” Heimdall turned to look at you, his chest felt heavy. He felt his tongue get dry and his eyes burn 

   Suddenly Freyr let out a yell breaking his binds and dodging his way out of the tent he was as quick as he was stupid. Your eyes went wide as he came towards you full sprinting, laying a hand on your head as you held a dagger to his throat “I know you. This isn’t you.” Freyr was pulled from you shoved to the ground hitting his jaw hard making him cringe. You started to breathe heavily wiping your eyes letting out frustrated yells as you panicked, almost as if you wanted to take your own eyes out. “Get—get it off of me!” 

  Heimdall picked up Freyr by his hair. Freyr struggled against him until the ground started to glow a blue. You looked down eyes full of fear as roots from the world tree itself began to circle you. You looked up and reached out only to fall through the realm itself “Heimdall!” You yelled as you plummeted down. Heimdall was going to dive in after you only for the floor to turn back solid, sending him face first into the grass. 

  Embarrassing.

  Heimdall pushed himself up, turning back to Freyr. “Where did it take her?” 

 Freyr smirked, “Why don’t you peek in my mind and find out, daddy's boy.” 

————

  You felt your stomach in twists as your body was twirling around as you fell, you felt your head breaking into pieces as you struggled, your vision was fizzing in and out and you could’ve sworn you were being ripped apart. One moment you were in Asgard now you’re falling through realms. Are you ever gonna catch a break?  

   Maybe a break in your fall. 

 Landing on solid ground with an “oomph” noise. You couldn’t push yourself up, making a wheezing noise, the air returning to your lungs as you looked up, seeing figures running to you. Their voices are almost unrecognizable. “Wait—That is not Yngvi.” A woman spoke, her hair brown and long, her eyes dark. 

  No shoes. You groaned as you went to push yourself up only to be held down by a tall…tall man. “Who are you? Where is Freyr?” You looked up at the talking head in the woman’s hands, his eyes golden. Then you looked at that orange tuft of hair rushing your way with…oh—the god killer. 

“Wait! I know her!” he exclaimed, recognition lighting up his face. “She tried to help me and my father deal with Garm, but… she got hurt in the process.” The last part came out almost hesitantly, a flicker of uncertainty breaking through. After all, she had endured pain and lost an arm, yet here she stood—seemingly unscathed. 

His father stepped forward, addressing the small gathering. “Indeed, she aided us. She was alongside Heimdall and Thrúd.” 

The woman turned sharply, her eyes narrowing. “Heimdall? She’s with Odin?” The tension in the air thickened, curiosity and concern intertwining as the implications settled in. Leaning towards the giant man she whispered “Why did you not kill Heimdall when you had the chance Kratos?” 

  You pushed yourself up knocking the woman off of you “Kratos? Is that your name?” The man looked at you “I am no threat, But you will put no hand on Heimdall.” The woman grabbed your arm. “You are in no position to make threats.” Loki grabbed your arm pulling you away from her “Freya she’s not like that. She’s—she’s really nice. She got the Midgardian kids inside of Asgard where they’ll be safer, she’s teaching the kids to defend themselves without becoming einherjar!”

  His father scolded him with a warning look “Boy.”

   “Father, trust me.” He pleaded with him. You looked at the woman “You are Freya? Goddess Freya, Baldurs mother?” She looked at you with a solemn expression “I am.” You looked down bowing your head “I’m sorry for your loss.” 

  She clenched her jaw, keeping silent. You looked back between her and Kratos, “if you can befriend your son's killer, you can let me go back to Vanaheim.” She shook her head “He and I are not friends. What were you doing in Vanaheim? Why shouldn’t I kill you?”

  You looked around at the group realizing it was hopeless. There was no leverage; they would just leave you for dead as they went to save Freyr. Suddenly two brothers rushed to you “Hey! The girl is decent. Ain this like fate er somethin?” Brok said Freya frowned “I gave that spell to Yngvi in case he was ever in trouble not to send stray mutts our way.” Loki looked at you “I’m sorry, Freya, that was rude.” 

   Freya scoffed “she herself looks like an einherjar her paint on her face is almost as black as night!” She pushed your head making you hold back an insult and she stopped looking at you “Your head, it has a rune.” She looked at you for a long while before grabbing your hand 

 “Come, let’s get your mind clear.”

—————-

   Heimdall left Vanaheim leaving Freyr with the troops. He needed to rest, he swears it’s like one moment you’re home and he’s so close to you that it starts to make him sick then you’re gone again. Leaving him alone. 

  He beat Freyr but he could only do so much, could break so many fingers and punch so many ribs before he left him lethally injured. He didn’t break, and his mind was filled with nonsense Heimdall couldn’t handle reading. Heimdall pushed a stray hair back into its place. His heart felt heavy when he felt his intricate braids. The night of the ceremony you had said he looked better with his hair down, he despised how it made his stomach flutter.

  When you both sat at the table at the Black Thunder and when you thanked him he could see it in your mind that you wanted to say something else, but both of you couldn’t accept it. Was that fear? Heimdall rubbed his eyes tiredly. 

  “Heimdall?” Peeking through his fingers he looked down at the kid, one of your students. “Ztephanie.” He said waiting for her to continue “Where is—“ he cut her off “She’ll return, she’s just…she’s in Vanaheim.” He cringed inwardly as the lie slipped from his lips. But he knew you…you wouldn’t want the kids worried. 

  She smiled “Doing all she can to help peace between realms. She’s so strong.” Heimdall put his arms on his hips. She looked off into the distance with a warm look then blushed looking at Heimdall “Uh—well I just, she said when she got back tonight she’d observe me using this new weapon I picked up from Tyrs Temple.” Heimdall looked at the weapon. a chain and it was hooked on a sharp blade. 

  She smiled “she said it’s a chain scythe, from another land.” Heimdall nodded “Well you keep that, you’ll learn. Don’t stay up late though.” He continued down the road but stopped, he doesn’t think he can face everyone in the lodge. It was loud there. Heimdall turned and walked to another building, an inn that really had no business only for a few citizens who were too drunk to face their wives and children. 

   Heimdall walked inside and the man at the front desk looked up at him. There was silence the man had seen Heimdall before, he knew the boy loved silence, so they never needed to speak.  

  A drunk man looked at Heimdall “Hey man, you know what I do to loosen my muscles?” Heimdall looked at the man with a roll of the eye “I think of a lovely gal and well you know. There’s some advice for you. Ah shit—you’re Heimdall.” Heimdall looked away “clever as ever sir.” 

  He walked to a room Heimdall pushed his full body against the door, closing it and falling onto a chair in a fluid motion. 

   Heimdall let out a long sigh, his mind drifting off as his muscles relaxed, he leaned over and started to undo his boots pulling them off with a pleasant sigh from him, flexing his foot that was sore from…well not walking cause Gulltoppr was doing all of that, maybe it was the kicking on the stone head vanir god. 

   He stood up body sore since he gave it a chance to rest, he undid his belt his eyes heavy and closed as he did so then he let out a shaky sigh as he felt hands rub his lower stomach slowly fingertips traveling under the band of his pants making his eyes open only for the feeling to go away. 

  His mind was playing tricks on him, cruel tricks.

  He pulled off his belt and the thing everyone called a skirt. Taking off his shirt, he looked at himself from a mirror in the open wardrobe. Long time ago he used to hate his body, his ‘brothers’ were such powerhouses. Tyr was tall, Thor was buff and large, Baldur was lean and stronger punching Thor during a drunken fight one time, ice had frosted on the ginger's beard as he flew into the roof of Black Thunder. 

   Heimdall felt silly and shut the wardrobe, lying down in the bed that was stiff but would do for the night. The moon shone on the wal,l providing a sense of comfort. Now for the next problem, he couldn’t close his eyes. 

  “Hel” he whispered, looking down at the area where the ghost feeling of hands were on his lower stomach, he knew it was your hands. He had lain next to you in the bedroll. You were a wild sleeper. He couldn't get you to rest till he laid a hand on your stomach, but it was also peaceful for him. Heimdall turned on his side the moment he closed his mind. he felt warmth against him, and it comforted him. 

  But it was just his mind. Heimdall knew all about the powers of the mind, he wasn’t stupid. One thing was for sure: he was craving you, everything about you, your smell, your voice, your body…your warmth. Your heartbeat was like a running stream, providing him with small moments of tranquility. 

   “I need you to come home…please.” 

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  You sneezed loudly, Freya mixing herbs in front of you, “Someone must be talking about you.” You raised a brow. “What?” She only shook her head, “An old superstition.” You looked down at the table. “Odin, he hexed me, turned me into a mindless soldier like his army. But he’s all I’ve known. I owe him my life and owe him his death.” 

  Freya took her fingers and placed the ointment under your nose and eyes “I know. People in power prey on the weak.” You grabbed her hand “I’m not weak.” She stared at you in silence, you let her go and she sighed “I know you’re not weak. No one could come back from being hurt so many times.” 

   Your hand rubbed against your lips over the scar, “I have to get back to Heimdall.” Freya slammed down her bowl “you can’t stop fate, you’ve talked to the Norns you know you can’t stop Heimdall and Kratos from meeting.” You shook your head “I am the protector of realms. I have lived in both Vanaheim and Asgard! I have sharpened the blades and melted the iron with gold in Asgard and I have crushed the berries and slept next to the wild bison in Vanaheim. 

  Freya closed her eyes “You can’t save everyone.” You furrowed your brows “No one. Is going to stop me from trying.” Loki, who you learned was Atreus, came to you with a bowl and spoon “Made by Tyr.” He said sitting it in front of you, you watched as the man sat across from you his figure tall.

    Heimdall has told you about Tyr…rarely but you have read his journal and breathed in his words. His books have been influencing your actions wishing for peace and a world not separated. 

  But he stared at you, and instead of warmth and spiritual peace and aura. It made your skin crawl. You shook your head forgetting about it. 

  Kratos sat down taking bites from the stew in his bowl. Freya looked down at the table “What our next move should be is returning to Vanaheim, freeing Freyr and—…” she looked at you for a second “And deal with Heimdall.” You clenched your fist, Sindri looked at your knuckles going white looking back up at you sympathetically. 

  Kratos put his spoon down “I will do what it takes to keep my son safe, but I will not kill unnecessarily.” You let out a low breath “At least someone sees sense.”

  Freya put a hand on her head “I know Heimdall and he will not stop. He has too much pride and honor—“ you slammed the table making Sindri jump “Heimdall may be those things but he is only doing what is right his father is all he knows his mothers were pulled from him he has known nothing but Asgard!” 

 Kratos looked up at you “Can you assure me he will not kill my son in Asgard as the Norns said.” You stood up pushing your hands against the table leaning over hanging your head. 

  “Is that all there is to it? Fate…may be written in stone but stone can be broken! You all have suffered great tragedy! Lost sons, daughters, I—I don’t know!” Kratos seemed to shift uncomfortably “Fate doesn’t control you! You do! I may not be in the stones but I won’t just watch as my world crumbles!” 

  Freya put a hand on your chest “It is fate! Ragnorak is foretold, Odin's death is the truth! It could change all of our lives!” You pushed her away others getting up as you put your hands on your head, you felt like your brain was boiling. 

  Sindri came up to you grabbing your hand “Sit down you’re still recovering from Odin's hold on your mind.” 

  You shook your head “I know I was made as a weapon. Made to help the—revolution against Odin somehow. Odin killed my parents, took everything from me, and in all that anguish and fear I swept me and my mother and father out to sea. With just one scream. They rest with the creatures of the deep, where they belong.” 

  You turned around putting hands on your hips looking at the arm that was once gone now back on your hip. “Asgard will fall, but I will not let you shed the blood of my friends, there are Children in that city, old women and men, animals, chickens. All of them deserve to live; they don’t deserve to be punished for Odins crimes. Thor, and Heimdall are a product of their father; they were raised as soldiers with no love and affection. They grew cold. They deserve a chance. So I won’t let you take down my city in flames without me there to get them out. That is all I ask. I don’t want war.”

  Kratos looked at you “Neither do I.” He stood up walking to you looking you in the eye. You kept your stare and without words Kratos nodded “She comes with us to Vanaheim to help our allies.” Freya let out a breath “This is ridiculous.” You smiled as Kratos turned and walked into a door Atreus followed into a separate room giving you a thumbs up with a smile. 

   You looked at Sindri who led you to the side “I think you need some new armor, something that doesn’t scream Asgard.” You looked down at your clothes dirt and grime on some of the white fabric “Here.” You picked up the folded armor he gave you “I took some inspiration from Heimdalls design, you guys seem like two pods in a pea…two peas in a pod? Anyways you guys have been together and you both stand for what you believe in.” 

  You rubbed over some of the details like embroidered waves on the top “Every fabric is from every different realm. I know Heimdalls fast but you’re strong, you endure hits and you have thick skin, so, here’s something to help you out with your future adventures.” 

   You smiled and kissed his cheek making him smile then gag “thanks” you whispered, walking to a room. 

   You sat down on a bed pulling out your sword, it didn’t make the same noise it felt empty. 

  “Hello?” You whispered, you heard no answer “My friend? I need your advice. I need to get back, stop a war…tell Heimdall his father is wrong. I don’t know what to do…don’t abandon me.” You sniffled eyes watering as tears fell on the blade.

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    Heimdall frowned as he felt you pull his bare back into your bare chest “God's woman, I’m trying to rest.” You only chuckled, nibbling his ear, making him slap your leg that was wrapped around his. You let out a sigh as you sniffed in his scent “I love you, gods you’re so amazing.” Heimdall let out a low sigh as he melted into your words he loved words, millions could touch but words were powerful and praise gave him something he never had. Heimdall relaxed his shoulder tilting his head. You let out a chuckle as you jokingly licked his jaw making him wriggle uncomfortably.

  “you’re so beautiful Heimdall.” He let out a soft moan as you kissed his neck, he’s been in charge of people and things for so long, he wanted to be putty in your hands. He whispered “Keep going.” You only kissed his cheek “Can’t right now my love.” He let out a scoff “For fucks sake, why not?” You smiled against his shoulder “You have to find me, I’m not here…I know you miss me.”

 Heimdall jolted awake letting out a gasp. He started to let down his hair with a heavy sigh, his eyes grew wet, it was still dark outside, he laid back down hair surrounding his face. He would not sleep for the rest of the night.

   When the sun rose Heimdall was already walking from Dark Feathers into Vanaheim. His troops bowed down to him “Heimdall, some of his followers got away.” Heimdall with dark circles under his eyes grimaced at the soldier and how his mind reeked with his own anxiety. 

  With a wave he dismissed him. followers were nothing without someone to follow. Walking into the tent with Freyr he sat down on a sturdy basket looking at Freyr. The man stared up at him Freyr chuckled, his breathing wheezing when he took a breath in “Someone didn’t get enough sleep, dreaming about a woman, yea?” Heimdall pointed his blade at him “how do you know that?”

   Freyr let out a laugh that turned into a bunch of “Ah! Ouch! Ooh.” He only composed himself “Just a guess Heimdall you know I dream about women all the time, they comfort me.” Heimdall let out an annoyed grumble tracing the floor with the tip of his sword. Heimdall looked at Freyr “What?” He said and Freyr shrugged “I mean, Heimdall I know you as much as you hate to even think I do, I do.” 

   Heimdall shook his head “I can see your mind. I'm not convinced and I’m not going to speak about my father. But you’re going to speak about Freya and Kratos, what are they planning?” 

  Freyr clenched his jaw and Heimdall pushed further into his mind his purple gaze intensified Freyr couldn’t even dare to look away, Heimdall shook his head “War, they wish to start Ragnarok and take down Asgard?” Freyr let out a sigh in defeat. Heimdall took the horn from his belt looking at the object he remembered he couldn’t believe he had to carry around a horn before his own sword, he asked his brothers why couldn’t their father just lock it away. 

   Freyr and Heimdall sat in silence. Freyr had been the first to say it “What happened to us?” Heimdall rubbed his mouth tiredly “You know what happened, you ran off instead of taking accountability.” Freyr sneered “I ran for my life, from your people your brother. You’re the protector, you should have been there, Heimdall! I was set on fire because your people had no patience. They wanted to learn spellcraft then blamed me for their failure.” 

  Heimdall put a hand under his chin “They said you were the caster. Who was I going to choose Freyr? They’re my people” 

“I was your friend! You called me your Brother!” Freyr snapped at him struggling against his binds. Heimdall looked down “It can’t be changed now so I don’t know why we are speaking about this.” 

  Freyr rolled his eyes as Heimdall got up, walking away “I do enjoy our moments…this is all we have to catch up.” He said walking outside. 

———-

    You, Atreus and Kratos met up with an ally of theirs “Hildisvini!” Atreus smiled and the man nodded “Hello fellow shapeshifter.” Kratos walked with him “Where is Freya, she came to rescue her brother.” The man nodded “She’s leading the search party for Freyr and Bvggir. They’ve been captured and some of us got away.” He stopped and turned to you “I see you brought one of them that threatened a little elf girl's life to me.” 

   You raised a brow “What? I don’t—“ 

 He stopped you “Don’t remember? I do not blame you, your mind was not your own.” Walking towards you slowly he suddenly pulled you into a hug “It’s good to see you again, protector of realms.” You hugged him back “I’m sorry for anything I did when I wasn’t me.” 

  Pulling away he continued on “Another problem is the celestial wolves haven’t been seen for days now.” Kratos and Atreus looked at each other Atreus looked down “The moon?” Hildisvini shook his head “Taken, captured.” Atreus frowned “Like in the prophecy.” You looked up at the sky, the sun majestic as it was scorching, shining over your face. 

   Continuing down the trail you all turned to a giant rock blocking the way “Freya said you could clear the way.” He said looking at Kratos. Kratos made quick work using the spear, throwing it into a wedge blowing the rock apart. Hildisvini nodded “Is that your weapon against Heimdall?” Atreus looked at you but you only smiled back, closing your mind to it. 

  Kratos nodded “Only if it comes to that.” Hildisvini pointed down the trail “If you keep going their den is resting there.” 

—

   You all had realized that you would need to find the moon in order to wake the sleeping beasts, Kratos had found a base where Einherjar traversed you pulled a cloth over your mouth Kratos having you stay back to avoid any word of you working with Kratos making its way to Odin, but you only cared if Heimdall would know.

  They made quick work of the soldiers and the second time they were ambushed you watched how Kratos started to use his own fists leaving the Einherjar to mist as they returned to Valhalla. 

   Making your way to the opening the three of you saw a wyvern and it was not happy to see those two but you, it has smelt you before in Asgard. Confusion in its senses it didn’t attack even though its master yelled at it. Kratos and Atreus had attacked the trainer but you reached out for the Wyvern “Hello seize. Remember me?” The bird clicked and cooed snuggling into your hand. You slowly started to undo its restraints pulling the reins out of its mouth, half of these animals were being led against their will but you were always around the animals. 

   She shook her wings letting out a small call of thanks and she took flight “Bye bye seize.” You said dropping the reins and looking over as Kratos finished off the Einherjar. Atreus and him gathered around an object and you stood behind them looking at the glowing blue object “It’s cold, could it be from helheim? Heimdall must’ve grabbed it while he was helping capture Garm, I—I’m so stupid I didn’t see it.” 

  You put a hand on his shoulder Kratos watching you closely as you went to comfort his son “It’s alright carrot top, Heimdall is fast, sneaky. Hels I didn’t even see him, it was a hectic day don’t feel guilty, we’re going to fix it.” 

  Atreus smiled and held the object to you “Do you want to hold onto it” you shook your head “You do the honors.” He nodded and pocketed it running to a wall that he started to climb. Kratos and you made eye contact he grunted and you nodded to him “Thank you for allowing me a chance to get back to Heimdall. I won’t lie, I don’t think I can convince him to back down, can you really beat him?” 

  Kratos nodded “Yes.” You huffed “Can you beat him till there’s no fight left in him, let me get a chance to talk to him.” Kratos shook his head “I make no promises.” You frowned “Well I do, And I promise you this, I’m not losing any more of my loved ones.” Kratos nodded “And I won’t let anyone hurt my son.” 

  You both made your way back to Atreus. He stood in front of the sleeping wolves and he looked at his father. “Well—here goes nothing.” Putting the object on the floor he used his knife breaking the object blue fog flying into the air. Both of the beasts looked at Atreus standing up with a snarl that turned docile walking towards the cliff looking up at the sky. You let out a shaky breath staring at the darker one with blue eyes. It reminded you of the story you told at dinner in Asgard about the black wolf with green eyes. The wolf approached you and you felt your eyes grow wet. Atreus grabbed your hand “He knows you.” Your lip wobbled “Says your mother used to bring them feasts as thanks.” You felt the wolf let out a cold icy breath on your face making you smile. 

  Atreus walked back to the cliff holding up his bow ready to shoot before relaxing “If I do th-“ you put a hand up “We will deal with the consequences, but your friends need help.” 

  Atreus looked to his father and nodded, aiming at the sun before shooting. You smiled watching the beautiful sky turn night. 

———————-

   Meeting up with Freya she traded places with Atreus. You went to follow Kratos but Freya put a hand on your shoulder “Go help Yngvi.” You looked at Kratos who shook his head “Fine.” You stopped and turned back to them “Heimdall will probably have Gulltoppr with him, please, don’t hurt her. She has no control over Heimdall; he tamed her.” 

  Kratos grunted “I’ve known many animals who died for men’s causes. I will do my best to not hurt the beast.” You nodded “thank you. Here, it could help you.” Kratos looked at your hand, it was a relic the one that Heimdall gave you. “It’ll help you react quicker. Swear.” 

  Kratos took it and hooked it on his side.

  When they were out of site you followed Atreus you held him back watching Einherjar pushing the light elf you were sent to save to a rock Atreus looked around and tapped your shoulder pointing to a hill with the others “What’s the plan” you asked and Atreus was lost for words. You held the bridge of your nose “You all came here with no plan?” Atreus shrugged “I think they said a signal?” You looked at him “You don’t remember?” 

  You both recoiled watching as Hildisvini shot an arrow into a guard you didn’t notice was searching for you both. Now Atreus remembers the plan. 

  “We have to go to Bvggir first. If we take Freyr and they see he’s gone they’ll kill Bvggir cause he has no use to them. You go to him, I'll go to Freyr.” You looked at him “split up? Atreus, I can’t let you go on your own.” He only held your hand “There’s nowhere in the realms where the protector of realms can’t find me.” 

  Before you could object he ran off, blending with the forestry. You let out a huff crawling through the grass. You made your way behind the tent using your sword. You looked at it, your reflection blurry, you silently begged for it to share advice, encouraging words. You cut a slit into the tent peeking in you counted two Einherjar…Barvis and phoebena you had train with them, they used to kick you down and Heimdall would give them that treatment back, you always wondered why Odin didn’t convert you when you were younger, into a Einherjar. 

  You sighed taking a long breath 

‘quick and easy…slice like a hot knife through butter. Wield your steel like water weightless, strong, and soft.’ In one fluid motion you cut into the tent rolling into it and standing up slicing up into the stomach of Barvis and shoving your sword into the skull of Pheobena they disappeared into the air. 

 Bvggir started to quietly plead you couldn’t blame him you stood in front of him seemingly to just have popped out of nowhere like the devil. You wiped the ashes of your peers and turned to Bvggir “Quiet, it’s me. I’m not under Odin's influence anymore” Bvggir smiled happily and you helped him up “Thank gods. It’s so good to see you.” You nodded “let’s get you back to your woman.” 

    Suddenly there was a flare that you saw fly out into the sky. You felt your stomach churn. Walking outside the tent you looked at Atreus and the others fighting as Freyr held his stomach with groans. You ran over grabbing Freyrs hand. He chuckled, “We have to stop meeting like this.” You nodded “I apologize for whatever I did.” He only shook his head “Hels I can’t imagine the torment in your mind. But my sister took care of you.” 

  You smiled “Thank you, we’re even now.” Freyr shook his head “No, now we’re friends.” You both ducked hearing the boom before feeling it as it sent you and Freyr flying. You saw Atreus and Hildisvini fighting off Einherjar as the dark elf beyla took her beloved away from the fighting. You stood up grabbing your sword, in the corner of your eye you saw a bird fly into view before turning into Freya “Yngvi!” She smiled, picking her brother into her embrace.

   You looked around “Where’s Kratos?” Freya turned to you “Buying us time, he faces Heimdall, come let’s be swift.” You felt your wrist grabbed but you only pulled it from her “No—No I- I go.” She shook her head “No! We need you.” She grabbed your arm a second time pulling you back. You turned around following Freya but your feet grew heavy, the dirt squishing under you. Mud. But what water? rain. You looked up at the rainfall falling onto your face, listening silently you heard a woman’s distorted voice speak almost as if many spoke out of one body. 

   “Our blade, our sword. Heimdallr needs you, our son needs you. Please.” You looked down at the water that fell at your feet “Who are you?”

  “We are the seas of every realm, we are the sisters that provide life, we are the ones who gave life to our Heimdallr.” You let out a shaky breath “I thought you were confined by Odin.”

 “We have been with you all your life. Your mother brought you to us, into the water as she plummeted into our icy depths.” You sighed “Yes, to be a weapon. Odin told me.” The rain fell harder “Odin has spent years picking from your mind, go to Heimdallr, bring him to safety. Return to us, return to the sea and we will reveal the truth.” 

   The rain stopped and you looked on at the group struggling to get Freyr away and you turned towards the water from the rain that flowed deeper into the wilderness. You could see paw prints, large paws. You let out a whisper “Gulltoppr.” You took a deep breath walking away from the scene towards the wilderness, towards Heimdall. It felt right in your heart but your stomach churned thinking of leaving the others, soon your feet picked up as you started sprinting.

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    Heimdall felt the blood from his cheek watching Kratos get up and running at him for the third time, why? Why would this man not just die? 

    Heimdall slid away from those ugly grotesque blades that the man swung around. The heat from the blades was too close for comfort, pain. Not as bad as he remembered. With a growl he punched Kratos “Do you know your son sounds like a hurt goose when he is hurt?! HOOAG! HOOAG!!” 

  Heimdall chuckled as he ducked the spear, throwing it back. Kratos dodged and Heimdall's eyes caught onto the flashing talisman on his hip “That. Where’d you get it?” Kratos only charged at him, his mind filled with anger. Heimdall felt that damn spear against his throat, his back up against the wall “Luck! That’s all this is! Where is she?! Why do you have that!” Kratos yelled, pulling back the spear and stabbing Heimdall in the arm, making him scream out “Alright! Stop, stop!” 

  Heimdall cried as he slumped in defeat, Kratos turned away from him looking into the distance, his mind rebuilding his composure. “Stand down, this is your last chance to do so.” Heimdall looked up at him “You’re just gonna let me go? Why?” Kratos looked at the spear “She requested me to spare you. But I am not the monster I was so initially I would not have killed you.” Heimdall let out a cough “I don’t believe you, you captured her. Bring her home, to safety.” 

  Kratos turned to him “She is not being held against her will. She is safe, if that’s what you are worried about.” Heimdall shook his head “What is going on in that head of yours.” Kratos stayed silent, was it fear? Anger?  He could feel grief, could smell the adrenaline. Heimdall sneered when he tasted it, that thing…pity.

  “Oh…you’re not actually going to spare me out of pity?!” Kratos stood still “Is this about the boy?” Kratos tensed “Oh, I’m definitely going to gut hi-“ he said, reaching for the spear only for it to blow his arm flying across the field in pieces. Heimdall fell to his knees, tears running down as he tried to stop them, the pain grew. Kratos looked at him. Down at him. “this is your last chance.”

   Heimdall pushed himself up and Mimir sighed “I don’t think that’s gonna be enough for this one.” Heimdall looked up at Kratos. Heimdalls composure was gone, Heimdall felt nothing but glass breaking in his mind, his heart beating faster and faster against his chest. He sneered “after all of this…you think you just get to—walk away?” Heimdall turned to the exposed bone chunks of meat hanging off his bone. Then there was pain. Gods, it was unbearable. Letting out a scream, Heimdall stood up, his arm growing back lined with Bifrost; he waved it, trying it out, feeling the weight of it.

   “You do not get to decide my fate.” 

 Kratos turned back to look at the breaking man. Heimdall clenched his fist “only one of us gets out of here, and it sure as shit will not be you. You are dead, sunshine.” With a yell Heimdall punched the shield of Kratos, letting out a ring as Kratos slid to the other end of the field. 

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   You ran but stopped looking up at the sky. It looked like it was raining gold, but it was spears. You looked to your left, hopping onto the wall, climbing it, and when you were on it, you looked down, seeing Heimdall and Kratos. 

   Kratos had slammed Heimdall's face into the ground. You hopped down, running towards them as Kratos started to choke Heimdall. 

  “No!” You said using all your weight to crash into Kratos, pushing him away, you hovered over Heimdall, pulling out your sword. Kratos raised his axe, Mimir trying to get through to him. You threw your sword, Heimdall gasping under you, his hand gripping onto your thigh as you knelt down. “I’m not your enemy!” You pulled Heimdall into your chest, holding him tightly. Kratos stomped up to you, kicking your sword, gripping his axe. “What?” You said, glaring at him, “What?!” His eyes shifted 

  You knew exactly what he wanted. You looked down and pulled Gallarjorn from Heimdall's belt, making him let out a soft no, but you shushed him. Kratos snatched it, stomping away. You looked at Heimdall, tears falling down your face. You kissed his cheek, his blood smeared on your lips. “Oh my Heimdall.” You whispered 

  His hand had a death grip on your sleeve. “Don’t leave-…again.” He wheezed. You shook your head. “Heimdall I—I can’t go back. We can find—-“ Heimdall started to weep, making you freeze. “I want us to return home.” You nodded, “Okay..I’ll go anywhere you are…I love you.” 

  He was silent, his tears streaming. You only cried out small apologies, “Gods, Heimdall, I’m sorry! I love you!” You said, kissing his brow repeatedly, apologizing with love yous and kissing his face. You both sat there for as long as he needed, and you couldn’t move your legs were jelly.

   You both stayed there, you curled over him, water from the rain rising around you both. 

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Protecting a fire with bare hands 15

hostile mind.

// Lets lock in.// shit hits the fan tw: violence, gore. blah blah.

////taste that? it's your soul leaving ur throat////

   “Lord Heimdall,” you said emotionlessly, your eyes looking down at him. Heimdall stood still, arms folded. Since when have you called him lord?

———

   Heimdall and you made your way outside of Asgard. There was heavy rain. Asgard only rained when you were in distress, but you were fine; you would say something if you weren’t. Heimdall looked down as one of the kids came running to you with a wide smile, hugging onto your leg, making you stop. The kid was jumping excitedly about you having your arm back, but you sneered and grabbed the child’s arm, almost throwing him to the ground. 

   “I don’t have time for your games, runt.” The child looked up at you with wet eyes. You huffed, continuing on with Heimdall. He looked back at you, “That was quite…out of character for you.” You looked around unfazed. “I have orders to follow. No time for children, " you said plainly. Heimdall chuckled, “That I can agree on.”

   Heimdall whistled, Gulltoppr turning to him with a delighted purr, nuzzling into his hand. Heimdall turned to the group of Einherjar, tightening his arm bracers. “So what’s the plan today, golden boy?” One of the soldiers asked with a chuckle from the group. 

  Heimdall laughed along before going straight-faced. “Funny, and as a reward for your jesting, go clean Gulltopprs stall.” The soldier frowned and stood still. Heimdall waved his hand. “Go on.” He smirked, watching the man walk into the stall. 

   Heimdall sighed, looking back. “Anyone else? No? Good.” Heimdall's hand lay on Gulltopprs head. “Tonight we travel into Vanaheim with three main objectives: find Freyr's Outpost, capture Freyr, and destroy any threats to Asgard.” 

  One of the women soldiers stepped up. “And? His followers will they just be left to walk freely?” Heimdall went to answer before you stepped up. “No, we kill them, every single one.” Heimdall looked at you. “Why?” He asked, and you looked at him, almost shocked that he would ask.

“Why let them live?” You stated the soldiers cheered, “That’s what I’m talking about, nobody gets to threaten our All Father and get to keep their heads.” One exclaimed, “Also like the new look, you're one of us now.” You remain unshaken, standing still as you observe the group disbanding and readying their animals and weapons. 

   Heimdall hopped onto Gulltoppr. “Isn’t that neat? They save your life and you’re gonna repay them with their blood.” Your nose twitched slightly. “No such thing as debt.” You spat. 

  Heimdall rode up beside you, offering you a hand. “Here, hop on.” Gulltoppr nuzzled into you excitedly, but you pushed her away with a sneer. You whistled the horse that Heimdall broke in Vanaheim, walking up with heavy armor. You lifted yourself onto its saddle, grabbing the horn and pulling the reins, moving your horse back some. Heimdall sat back up with a Hand on his thigh. You always wanted to ride Gulltoppr.

   Looking down, he saw his feline companion slump sadly. He leaned down and scratched her head, making her perk up as her back foot tapped in pleasure. He smiled.

  “Alright, we’re ready to move out.” Said one of the soldiers. Heimdall nodded, and suddenly a portal opened in Vanaheim's dense forest on the other side. Heimdall rode beside you. “You’ll be leading us to his hideout.” You looked at him. “Yes, lord Heimdall.” 

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   The ride was slow, troops took care of any pests that were in the way, but other than that, it was peaceful. Heimdall had made some small talk with some of the troops, insulting Heimdall and the vanir, but you remained silent and still, like stone.

   Riding behind you, Heimdall was peering into your mind. He was pulled into it like there was an icy grip. Heimdall looked around, and everything was dark and empty. Taking a few steps, he could hear his feet hit the floor like it were wet. Always water with you.

 “Do you have to leave your snail trail everywhere?” 

  He heard in the distance. Was that him? Heimdall turned behind him, seeing a flickering light, which turned into two lights. The figure inched closer, snarling, foaming at the mouth, a dog. No, a wolf. Heimdall stepped back, the wolf gunning for him, jaw-dropping and chewing into him! 

  Heimdall gasped, being pushed from your mind, he looked down seeing the blood drops on his fists. Heimdall rubbed his nose, the blood stopping after a moment. What was that? A wolf in your mind? But where were you? All he could feel was fear, anger, and pain. Could that be you, defending yourself?

  Heimdall wiped his nose clean and sniffled a bit, looking back up. You stopped and looked around. “We’re here.” The troops scattered around in search of any of Freyrs group. Heimdall rode beside you. “It’s abandoned.” He said

 “Maybe…” Heimdall cut you off. “It is, I hear nothing. Not here or for miles.” You remained silent. 

  After minutes of searching, Heimdall called back the troops, “Let’s keep moving, we’re bound to find them.” The god said with a sigh as he turned Gulltoppr to continue down the road. 

  You stayed still. 

  Hopping down from your horse you walked into one of the makeshift tents baskets weaved by grass in the corners of the small tent along with a fireplace, the flakes on the wood was still hot, and the smell was like something was cooking, there was fat that was melting on the stick above the fire. Your head turned slowly, and your eyes caught onto marks on the floor, scratch marks. 

—-

Heimdall ran a hand over his chin, feeling the stubble that told him it was time for a shave. His thoughts were abruptly interrupted as he turned to witness a peculiar scene. You were hoisting a little elf girl by her vibrant horns, tossing her out of a tent and onto the ground with a flutter of panicked squeals. She landed at Heimdall’s feet, dust rising around her. With a swift, practiced motion, you drew your blade from its sheath. It gleamed dully in the light, strikingly silent and eerily soulless.

  You held it up to the little one’s throat, making her fall silent in fear. Looking up you pressed it harder into the girl's skin. “Freyr! You have one second to spare this girl and reveal yourself, you and your little friends come and offer yourselves up. Do that and we can avoid the hard way. You can’t hide!” 

   You looked down at the girl, pulling back your sword, preparing to strike. 

  “You wouldn’t hide.” You whispered, and suddenly you turned towards the sound of splashing water, Freyr running with his hands up in surrender, “Alright! Alright! I understand.” He said others came from their hiding spots, not many, so they weren’t a threat. “We’re here. Just don’t hurt her.” 

  Heimdall raised a brow. “Hello, sizzles, been a while. Everyone, please take a look at this…god they idolize.” Heimdall hopped off Gulltoppr and walked to Freyr circling him like he was lunch “You must feel like shit.”

   You looked up at the god with his eyes on you. Now you had already said at Asgard that you would kill them all. Anyone who worshipped Freyr dared to disobey the All-father…but something made you stop. 

 You let go of the girl, watching as she stumbled into Freyrs arms crying and shaking. He shushed her, looking at Heimdall. “Why do you hunt us? We are no threat,”  Heimdall laughed loudly. “Oh, Freyr, we both know that’s not true. The all-Father believes you are working with Freya and the uh—God killer.” Freyr clenched his jaw, and there was silence. Heimdall and he stared at each other intensely. 

   “Cloud your thoughts as much as you want, but I know the truth,” Heimdall smirked, and Freyr closed his eyes with a long sigh. “I’ve fought with you before, I know better than to try and hit you.” 

   Heimdall patted his back, pushing him to the ground on the third pat. “Good man. Helmets, take them all.” 

 You stepped up. “Too much, kill them and keep Freyr.” Freyr looked up. “No! What’re you saying?” His followers shouted in shock and backed up in fear and panic. You walked up, pulling out your sword. Heimdall turned your way, bumping shoulders, stopping you. “I would really like to understand why you want to kill these defense—… useless creatures?” He whispered, and you raised a brow. 

  “When have you backed out of getting blood on your blade?” You whispered back, looking down at him almost disrespectfully, making him sneer. “Just for that. Back down.” He said, and you furrowed your eyebrows, eyes flickering back and forth to the refugees. 

  You put away your sword, backing away, your frown turning neutral. Heimdall rubbed his forehead and turned around, waving his hand, making the Einherjar push Freyr back towards his camp along with his followers, forcing them into one of the makeshift tents. 

  Heimdall kicked at some dirt. “We’ll take base here, till the All Father is ready for us.” 

———-

    You stood outside the tent where they were holding Freyr, wiping your sword. You gazed into the steel. 

  Heimdall stood next to the wooden beam with Freyr tied to it. Heimdall stared at you with a soft face. Freyr leaned into his peripheral. Heimdall's mouth turned into a disgusted frown as he turned to meet with the tied-up, pathetic vanir god. 

  “You’re staring at me again…what do you want?” Heimdall turned back to face into the distance. Freyr leaned forward with a groan from being hit in the stomach by the helmet, who just wanted a laugh. “The girl…she uh-she doesn’t seem like the other Helmets.” Heimdall rolled his eyes.  

   “Save me your acts and be plain, I know you helped her, and I know she has planned against the All-Father with you. The All-Father saved her from a fate such as her blood father and mother.” Freyr looked between you and Heimdall. “What? She—She-no. You’ve got it all wrong. She didn’t do anything, not any type of planning against the old goat.” 

   Heimdall rolled his eyes. “Hold your lies, your pathetic life will soon be no more after the all father is done with you.” Freyr shook his head “Heimdall, listen asshole.” Heimdall glared back at him, kicking him in the jaw, making Freyr groan as he flexed his jaw in pain. Heimdall leaned down to face him. “Stop. Talking.” Freyr sneered, “Look into my eyes when I tell you this, the girl cares about you. I don't know why, but you and she have grown together; she told me so. Look at her!—“ 

  Freyr said, then leaned closer and whispered, “Look at her. You know this isn’t her; she was never cruel. Loyal, but never cruel. She wanted to keep everyone safe. Even her enemies, she would’ve never saved me if not.” Heimdall could see nothing but truth. “Now tell me, Heimdall, is that woman the same one you know? She’s just like your army, empty-minded and tormented by bloodlust.” Heimdall turned to look at you, his chest felt heavy. He felt his tongue get dry and his eyes burn 

   Suddenly Freyr let out a yell breaking his binds and dodging his way out of the tent he was as quick as he was stupid. Your eyes went wide as he came towards you full sprinting, laying a hand on your head as you held a dagger to his throat “I know you. This isn’t you.” Freyr was pulled from you shoved to the ground hitting his jaw hard making him cringe. You started to breathe heavily wiping your eyes letting out frustrated yells as you panicked, almost as if you wanted to take your own eyes out. “Get—get it off of me!” 

  Heimdall picked up Freyr by his hair. Freyr struggled against him until the ground started to glow a blue. You looked down eyes full of fear as roots from the world tree itself began to circle you. You looked up and reached out only to fall through the realm itself “Heimdall!” You yelled as you plummeted down. Heimdall was going to dive in after you only for the floor to turn back solid, sending him face first into the grass. 

  Embarrassing.

  Heimdall pushed himself up, turning back to Freyr. “Where did it take her?” 

 Freyr smirked, “Why don’t you peek in my mind and find out, daddy's boy.” 

————

  You felt your stomach in twists as your body was twirling around as you fell, you felt your head breaking into pieces as you struggled, your vision was fizzing in and out and you could’ve sworn you were being ripped apart. One moment you were in Asgard now you’re falling through realms. Are you ever gonna catch a break?  

   Maybe a break in your fall. 

 Landing on solid ground with an “oomph” noise. You couldn’t push yourself up, making a wheezing noise, the air returning to your lungs as you looked up, seeing figures running to you. Their voices are almost unrecognizable. “Wait—That is not Yngvi.” A woman spoke, her hair brown and long, her eyes dark. 

  No shoes. You groaned as you went to push yourself up only to be held down by a tall…tall man. “Who are you? Where is Freyr?” You looked up at the talking head in the woman’s hands, his eyes golden. Then you looked at that orange tuft of hair rushing your way with…oh—the god killer. 

“Wait! I know her!” he exclaimed, recognition lighting up his face. “She tried to help me and my father deal with Garm, but… she got hurt in the process.” The last part came out almost hesitantly, a flicker of uncertainty breaking through. After all, she had endured pain and lost an arm, yet here she stood—seemingly unscathed. 

His father stepped forward, addressing the small gathering. “Indeed, she aided us. She was alongside Heimdall and Thrúd.” 

The woman turned sharply, her eyes narrowing. “Heimdall? She’s with Odin?” The tension in the air thickened, curiosity and concern intertwining as the implications settled in. Leaning towards the giant man she whispered “Why did you not kill Heimdall when you had the chance Kratos?” 

  You pushed yourself up knocking the woman off of you “Kratos? Is that your name?” The man looked at you “I am no threat, But you will put no hand on Heimdall.” The woman grabbed your arm. “You are in no position to make threats.” Loki grabbed your arm pulling you away from her “Freya she’s not like that. She’s—she’s really nice. She got the Midgardian kids inside of Asgard where they’ll be safer, she’s teaching the kids to defend themselves without becoming einherjar!”

  His father scolded him with a warning look “Boy.”

   “Father, trust me.” He pleaded with him. You looked at the woman “You are Freya? Goddess Freya, Baldurs mother?” She looked at you with a solemn expression “I am.” You looked down bowing your head “I’m sorry for your loss.” 

  She clenched her jaw, keeping silent. You looked back between her and Kratos, “if you can befriend your son's killer, you can let me go back to Vanaheim.” She shook her head “He and I are not friends. What were you doing in Vanaheim? Why shouldn’t I kill you?”

  You looked around at the group realizing it was hopeless. There was no leverage; they would just leave you for dead as they went to save Freyr. Suddenly two brothers rushed to you “Hey! The girl is decent. Ain this like fate er somethin?” Brok said Freya frowned “I gave that spell to Yngvi in case he was ever in trouble not to send stray mutts our way.” Loki looked at you “I’m sorry, Freya, that was rude.” 

   Freya scoffed “she herself looks like an einherjar her paint on her face is almost as black as night!” She pushed your head making you hold back an insult and she stopped looking at you “Your head, it has a rune.” She looked at you for a long while before grabbing your hand 

 “Come, let’s get your mind clear.”

—————-

   Heimdall left Vanaheim leaving Freyr with the troops. He needed to rest, he swears it’s like one moment you’re home and he’s so close to you that it starts to make him sick then you’re gone again. Leaving him alone. 

  He beat Freyr but he could only do so much, could break so many fingers and punch so many ribs before he left him lethally injured. He didn’t break, and his mind was filled with nonsense Heimdall couldn’t handle reading. Heimdall pushed a stray hair back into its place. His heart felt heavy when he felt his intricate braids. The night of the ceremony you had said he looked better with his hair down, he despised how it made his stomach flutter.

  When you both sat at the table at the Black Thunder and when you thanked him he could see it in your mind that you wanted to say something else, but both of you couldn’t accept it. Was that fear? Heimdall rubbed his eyes tiredly. 

  “Heimdall?” Peeking through his fingers he looked down at the kid, one of your students. “Ztephanie.” He said waiting for her to continue “Where is—“ he cut her off “She’ll return, she’s just…she’s in Vanaheim.” He cringed inwardly as the lie slipped from his lips. But he knew you…you wouldn’t want the kids worried. 

  She smiled “Doing all she can to help peace between realms. She’s so strong.” Heimdall put his arms on his hips. She looked off into the distance with a warm look then blushed looking at Heimdall “Uh—well I just, she said when she got back tonight she’d observe me using this new weapon I picked up from Tyrs Temple.” Heimdall looked at the weapon. a chain and it was hooked on a sharp blade. 

  She smiled “she said it’s a chain scythe, from another land.” Heimdall nodded “Well you keep that, you’ll learn. Don’t stay up late though.” He continued down the road but stopped, he doesn’t think he can face everyone in the lodge. It was loud there. Heimdall turned and walked to another building, an inn that really had no business only for a few citizens who were too drunk to face their wives and children. 

   Heimdall walked inside and the man at the front desk looked up at him. There was silence the man had seen Heimdall before, he knew the boy loved silence, so they never needed to speak.  

  A drunk man looked at Heimdall “Hey man, you know what I do to loosen my muscles?” Heimdall looked at the man with a roll of the eye “I think of a lovely gal and well you know. There’s some advice for you. Ah shit—you’re Heimdall.” Heimdall looked away “clever as ever sir.” 

  He walked to a room Heimdall pushed his full body against the door, closing it and falling onto a chair in a fluid motion. 

   Heimdall let out a long sigh, his mind drifting off as his muscles relaxed, he leaned over and started to undo his boots pulling them off with a pleasant sigh from him, flexing his foot that was sore from…well not walking cause Gulltoppr was doing all of that, maybe it was the kicking on the stone head vanir god. 

   He stood up body sore since he gave it a chance to rest, he undid his belt his eyes heavy and closed as he did so then he let out a shaky sigh as he felt hands rub his lower stomach slowly fingertips traveling under the band of his pants making his eyes open only for the feeling to go away. 

  His mind was playing tricks on him, cruel tricks.

  He pulled off his belt and the thing everyone called a skirt. Taking off his shirt, he looked at himself from a mirror in the open wardrobe. Long time ago he used to hate his body, his ‘brothers’ were such powerhouses. Tyr was tall, Thor was buff and large, Baldur was lean and stronger punching Thor during a drunken fight one time, ice had frosted on the ginger's beard as he flew into the roof of Black Thunder. 

   Heimdall felt silly and shut the wardrobe, lying down in the bed that was stiff but would do for the night. The moon shone on the wal,l providing a sense of comfort. Now for the next problem, he couldn’t close his eyes. 

  “Hel” he whispered, looking down at the area where the ghost feeling of hands were on his lower stomach, he knew it was your hands. He had lain next to you in the bedroll. You were a wild sleeper. He couldn't get you to rest till he laid a hand on your stomach, but it was also peaceful for him. Heimdall turned on his side the moment he closed his mind. he felt warmth against him, and it comforted him. 

  But it was just his mind. Heimdall knew all about the powers of the mind, he wasn’t stupid. One thing was for sure: he was craving you, everything about you, your smell, your voice, your body…your warmth. Your heartbeat was like a running stream, providing him with small moments of tranquility. 

   “I need you to come home…please.” 

—————

  You sneezed loudly, Freya mixing herbs in front of you, “Someone must be talking about you.” You raised a brow. “What?” She only shook her head, “An old superstition.” You looked down at the table. “Odin, he hexed me, turned me into a mindless soldier like his army. But he’s all I’ve known. I owe him my life and owe him his death.” 

  Freya took her fingers and placed the ointment under your nose and eyes “I know. People in power prey on the weak.” You grabbed her hand “I’m not weak.” She stared at you in silence, you let her go and she sighed “I know you’re not weak. No one could come back from being hurt so many times.” 

   Your hand rubbed against your lips over the scar, “I have to get back to Heimdall.” Freya slammed down her bowl “you can’t stop fate, you’ve talked to the Norns you know you can’t stop Heimdall and Kratos from meeting.” You shook your head “I am the protector of realms. I have lived in both Vanaheim and Asgard! I have sharpened the blades and melted the iron with gold in Asgard and I have crushed the berries and slept next to the wild bison in Vanaheim. 

  Freya closed her eyes “You can’t save everyone.” You furrowed your brows “No one. Is going to stop me from trying.” Loki, who you learned was Atreus, came to you with a bowl and spoon “Made by Tyr.” He said sitting it in front of you, you watched as the man sat across from you his figure tall.

    Heimdall has told you about Tyr…rarely but you have read his journal and breathed in his words. His books have been influencing your actions wishing for peace and a world not separated. 

  But he stared at you, and instead of warmth and spiritual peace and aura. It made your skin crawl. You shook your head forgetting about it. 

  Kratos sat down taking bites from the stew in his bowl. Freya looked down at the table “What our next move should be is returning to Vanaheim, freeing Freyr and—…” she looked at you for a second “And deal with Heimdall.” You clenched your fist, Sindri looked at your knuckles going white looking back up at you sympathetically. 

  Kratos put his spoon down “I will do what it takes to keep my son safe, but I will not kill unnecessarily.” You let out a low breath “At least someone sees sense.”

  Freya put a hand on her head “I know Heimdall and he will not stop. He has too much pride and honor—“ you slammed the table making Sindri jump “Heimdall may be those things but he is only doing what is right his father is all he knows his mothers were pulled from him he has known nothing but Asgard!” 

 Kratos looked up at you “Can you assure me he will not kill my son in Asgard as the Norns said.” You stood up pushing your hands against the table leaning over hanging your head. 

  “Is that all there is to it? Fate…may be written in stone but stone can be broken! You all have suffered great tragedy! Lost sons, daughters, I—I don’t know!” Kratos seemed to shift uncomfortably “Fate doesn’t control you! You do! I may not be in the stones but I won’t just watch as my world crumbles!” 

  Freya put a hand on your chest “It is fate! Ragnorak is foretold, Odin's death is the truth! It could change all of our lives!” You pushed her away others getting up as you put your hands on your head, you felt like your brain was boiling. 

  Sindri came up to you grabbing your hand “Sit down you’re still recovering from Odin's hold on your mind.” 

  You shook your head “I know I was made as a weapon. Made to help the—revolution against Odin somehow. Odin killed my parents, took everything from me, and in all that anguish and fear I swept me and my mother and father out to sea. With just one scream. They rest with the creatures of the deep, where they belong.” 

  You turned around putting hands on your hips looking at the arm that was once gone now back on your hip. “Asgard will fall, but I will not let you shed the blood of my friends, there are Children in that city, old women and men, animals, chickens. All of them deserve to live; they don’t deserve to be punished for Odins crimes. Thor, and Heimdall are a product of their father; they were raised as soldiers with no love and affection. They grew cold. They deserve a chance. So I won’t let you take down my city in flames without me there to get them out. That is all I ask. I don’t want war.”

  Kratos looked at you “Neither do I.” He stood up walking to you looking you in the eye. You kept your stare and without words Kratos nodded “She comes with us to Vanaheim to help our allies.” Freya let out a breath “This is ridiculous.” You smiled as Kratos turned and walked into a door Atreus followed into a separate room giving you a thumbs up with a smile. 

   You looked at Sindri who led you to the side “I think you need some new armor, something that doesn’t scream Asgard.” You looked down at your clothes dirt and grime on some of the white fabric “Here.” You picked up the folded armor he gave you “I took some inspiration from Heimdalls design, you guys seem like two pods in a pea…two peas in a pod? Anyways you guys have been together and you both stand for what you believe in.” 

  You rubbed over some of the details like embroidered waves on the top “Every fabric is from every different realm. I know Heimdalls fast but you’re strong, you endure hits and you have thick skin, so, here’s something to help you out with your future adventures.” 

   You smiled and kissed his cheek making him smile then gag “thanks” you whispered, walking to a room. 

   You sat down on a bed pulling out your sword, it didn’t make the same noise it felt empty. 

  “Hello?” You whispered, you heard no answer “My friend? I need your advice. I need to get back, stop a war…tell Heimdall his father is wrong. I don’t know what to do…don’t abandon me.” You sniffled eyes watering as tears fell on the blade.

—————-

    Heimdall frowned as he felt you pull his bare back into your bare chest “God's woman, I’m trying to rest.” You only chuckled, nibbling his ear, making him slap your leg that was wrapped around his. You let out a sigh as you sniffed in his scent “I love you, gods you’re so amazing.” Heimdall let out a low sigh as he melted into your words he loved words, millions could touch but words were powerful and praise gave him something he never had. Heimdall relaxed his shoulder tilting his head. You let out a chuckle as you jokingly licked his jaw making him wriggle uncomfortably.

  “you’re so beautiful Heimdall.” He let out a soft moan as you kissed his neck, he’s been in charge of people and things for so long, he wanted to be putty in your hands. He whispered “Keep going.” You only kissed his cheek “Can’t right now my love.” He let out a scoff “For fucks sake, why not?” You smiled against his shoulder “You have to find me, I’m not here…I know you miss me.”

 Heimdall jolted awake letting out a gasp. He started to let down his hair with a heavy sigh, his eyes grew wet, it was still dark outside, he laid back down hair surrounding his face. He would not sleep for the rest of the night.

   When the sun rose Heimdall was already walking from Dark Feathers into Vanaheim. His troops bowed down to him “Heimdall, some of his followers got away.” Heimdall with dark circles under his eyes grimaced at the soldier and how his mind reeked with his own anxiety. 

  With a wave he dismissed him. followers were nothing without someone to follow. Walking into the tent with Freyr he sat down on a sturdy basket looking at Freyr. The man stared up at him Freyr chuckled, his breathing wheezing when he took a breath in “Someone didn’t get enough sleep, dreaming about a woman, yea?” Heimdall pointed his blade at him “how do you know that?”

   Freyr let out a laugh that turned into a bunch of “Ah! Ouch! Ooh.” He only composed himself “Just a guess Heimdall you know I dream about women all the time, they comfort me.” Heimdall let out an annoyed grumble tracing the floor with the tip of his sword. Heimdall looked at Freyr “What?” He said and Freyr shrugged “I mean, Heimdall I know you as much as you hate to even think I do, I do.” 

   Heimdall shook his head “I can see your mind. I'm not convinced and I’m not going to speak about my father. But you’re going to speak about Freya and Kratos, what are they planning?” 

  Freyr clenched his jaw and Heimdall pushed further into his mind his purple gaze intensified Freyr couldn’t even dare to look away, Heimdall shook his head “War, they wish to start Ragnarok and take down Asgard?” Freyr let out a sigh in defeat. Heimdall took the horn from his belt looking at the object he remembered he couldn’t believe he had to carry around a horn before his own sword, he asked his brothers why couldn’t their father just lock it away. 

   Freyr and Heimdall sat in silence. Freyr had been the first to say it “What happened to us?” Heimdall rubbed his mouth tiredly “You know what happened, you ran off instead of taking accountability.” Freyr sneered “I ran for my life, from your people your brother. You’re the protector, you should have been there, Heimdall! I was set on fire because your people had no patience. They wanted to learn spellcraft then blamed me for their failure.” 

  Heimdall put a hand under his chin “They said you were the caster. Who was I going to choose Freyr? They’re my people” 

“I was your friend! You called me your Brother!” Freyr snapped at him struggling against his binds. Heimdall looked down “It can’t be changed now so I don’t know why we are speaking about this.” 

  Freyr rolled his eyes as Heimdall got up, walking away “I do enjoy our moments…this is all we have to catch up.” He said walking outside. 

———-

    You, Atreus and Kratos met up with an ally of theirs “Hildisvini!” Atreus smiled and the man nodded “Hello fellow shapeshifter.” Kratos walked with him “Where is Freya, she came to rescue her brother.” The man nodded “She’s leading the search party for Freyr and Bvggir. They’ve been captured and some of us got away.” He stopped and turned to you “I see you brought one of them that threatened a little elf girl's life to me.” 

   You raised a brow “What? I don’t—“ 

 He stopped you “Don’t remember? I do not blame you, your mind was not your own.” Walking towards you slowly he suddenly pulled you into a hug “It’s good to see you again, protector of realms.” You hugged him back “I’m sorry for anything I did when I wasn’t me.” 

  Pulling away he continued on “Another problem is the celestial wolves haven’t been seen for days now.” Kratos and Atreus looked at each other Atreus looked down “The moon?” Hildisvini shook his head “Taken, captured.” Atreus frowned “Like in the prophecy.” You looked up at the sky, the sun majestic as it was scorching, shining over your face. 

   Continuing down the trail you all turned to a giant rock blocking the way “Freya said you could clear the way.” He said looking at Kratos. Kratos made quick work using the spear, throwing it into a wedge blowing the rock apart. Hildisvini nodded “Is that your weapon against Heimdall?” Atreus looked at you but you only smiled back, closing your mind to it. 

  Kratos nodded “Only if it comes to that.” Hildisvini pointed down the trail “If you keep going their den is resting there.” 

—

   You all had realized that you would need to find the moon in order to wake the sleeping beasts, Kratos had found a base where Einherjar traversed you pulled a cloth over your mouth Kratos having you stay back to avoid any word of you working with Kratos making its way to Odin, but you only cared if Heimdall would know.

  They made quick work of the soldiers and the second time they were ambushed you watched how Kratos started to use his own fists leaving the Einherjar to mist as they returned to Valhalla. 

   Making your way to the opening the three of you saw a wyvern and it was not happy to see those two but you, it has smelt you before in Asgard. Confusion in its senses it didn’t attack even though its master yelled at it. Kratos and Atreus had attacked the trainer but you reached out for the Wyvern “Hello seize. Remember me?” The bird clicked and cooed snuggling into your hand. You slowly started to undo its restraints pulling the reins out of its mouth, half of these animals were being led against their will but you were always around the animals. 

   She shook her wings letting out a small call of thanks and she took flight “Bye bye seize.” You said dropping the reins and looking over as Kratos finished off the Einherjar. Atreus and him gathered around an object and you stood behind them looking at the glowing blue object “It’s cold, could it be from helheim? Heimdall must’ve grabbed it while he was helping capture Garm, I—I’m so stupid I didn’t see it.” 

  You put a hand on his shoulder Kratos watching you closely as you went to comfort his son “It’s alright carrot top, Heimdall is fast, sneaky. Hels I didn’t even see him, it was a hectic day don’t feel guilty, we’re going to fix it.” 

  Atreus smiled and held the object to you “Do you want to hold onto it” you shook your head “You do the honors.” He nodded and pocketed it running to a wall that he started to climb. Kratos and you made eye contact he grunted and you nodded to him “Thank you for allowing me a chance to get back to Heimdall. I won’t lie, I don’t think I can convince him to back down, can you really beat him?” 

  Kratos nodded “Yes.” You huffed “Can you beat him till there’s no fight left in him, let me get a chance to talk to him.” Kratos shook his head “I make no promises.” You frowned “Well I do, And I promise you this, I’m not losing any more of my loved ones.” Kratos nodded “And I won’t let anyone hurt my son.” 

  You both made your way back to Atreus. He stood in front of the sleeping wolves and he looked at his father. “Well—here goes nothing.” Putting the object on the floor he used his knife breaking the object blue fog flying into the air. Both of the beasts looked at Atreus standing up with a snarl that turned docile walking towards the cliff looking up at the sky. You let out a shaky breath staring at the darker one with blue eyes. It reminded you of the story you told at dinner in Asgard about the black wolf with green eyes. The wolf approached you and you felt your eyes grow wet. Atreus grabbed your hand “He knows you.” Your lip wobbled “Says your mother used to bring them feasts as thanks.” You felt the wolf let out a cold icy breath on your face making you smile. 

  Atreus walked back to the cliff holding up his bow ready to shoot before relaxing “If I do th-“ you put a hand up “We will deal with the consequences, but your friends need help.” 

  Atreus looked to his father and nodded, aiming at the sun before shooting. You smiled watching the beautiful sky turn night. 

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   Meeting up with Freya she traded places with Atreus. You went to follow Kratos but Freya put a hand on your shoulder “Go help Yngvi.” You looked at Kratos who shook his head “Fine.” You stopped and turned back to them “Heimdall will probably have Gulltoppr with him, please, don’t hurt her. She has no control over Heimdall; he tamed her.” 

  Kratos grunted “I’ve known many animals who died for men’s causes. I will do my best to not hurt the beast.” You nodded “thank you. Here, it could help you.” Kratos looked at your hand, it was a relic the one that Heimdall gave you. “It’ll help you react quicker. Swear.” 

  Kratos took it and hooked it on his side.

  When they were out of site you followed Atreus you held him back watching Einherjar pushing the light elf you were sent to save to a rock Atreus looked around and tapped your shoulder pointing to a hill with the others “What’s the plan” you asked and Atreus was lost for words. You held the bridge of your nose “You all came here with no plan?” Atreus shrugged “I think they said a signal?” You looked at him “You don’t remember?” 

  You both recoiled watching as Hildisvini shot an arrow into a guard you didn’t notice was searching for you both. Now Atreus remembers the plan. 

  “We have to go to Bvggir first. If we take Freyr and they see he’s gone they’ll kill Bvggir cause he has no use to them. You go to him, I'll go to Freyr.” You looked at him “split up? Atreus, I can’t let you go on your own.” He only held your hand “There’s nowhere in the realms where the protector of realms can’t find me.” 

  Before you could object he ran off, blending with the forestry. You let out a huff crawling through the grass. You made your way behind the tent using your sword. You looked at it, your reflection blurry, you silently begged for it to share advice, encouraging words. You cut a slit into the tent peeking in you counted two Einherjar…Barvis and phoebena you had train with them, they used to kick you down and Heimdall would give them that treatment back, you always wondered why Odin didn’t convert you when you were younger, into a Einherjar. 

  You sighed taking a long breath 

‘quick and easy…slice like a hot knife through butter. Wield your steel like water weightless, strong, and soft.’ In one fluid motion you cut into the tent rolling into it and standing up slicing up into the stomach of Barvis and shoving your sword into the skull of Pheobena they disappeared into the air. 

 Bvggir started to quietly plead you couldn’t blame him you stood in front of him seemingly to just have popped out of nowhere like the devil. You wiped the ashes of your peers and turned to Bvggir “Quiet, it’s me. I’m not under Odin's influence anymore” Bvggir smiled happily and you helped him up “Thank gods. It’s so good to see you.” You nodded “let’s get you back to your woman.” 

    Suddenly there was a flare that you saw fly out into the sky. You felt your stomach churn. Walking outside the tent you looked at Atreus and the others fighting as Freyr held his stomach with groans. You ran over grabbing Freyrs hand. He chuckled, “We have to stop meeting like this.” You nodded “I apologize for whatever I did.” He only shook his head “Hels I can’t imagine the torment in your mind. But my sister took care of you.” 

  You smiled “Thank you, we’re even now.” Freyr shook his head “No, now we’re friends.” You both ducked hearing the boom before feeling it as it sent you and Freyr flying. You saw Atreus and Hildisvini fighting off Einherjar as the dark elf beyla took her beloved away from the fighting. You stood up grabbing your sword, in the corner of your eye you saw a bird fly into view before turning into Freya “Yngvi!” She smiled, picking her brother into her embrace.

   You looked around “Where’s Kratos?” Freya turned to you “Buying us time, he faces Heimdall, come let’s be swift.” You felt your wrist grabbed but you only pulled it from her “No—No I- I go.” She shook her head “No! We need you.” She grabbed your arm a second time pulling you back. You turned around following Freya but your feet grew heavy, the dirt squishing under you. Mud. But what water? rain. You looked up at the rainfall falling onto your face, listening silently you heard a woman’s distorted voice speak almost as if many spoke out of one body. 

   “Our blade, our sword. Heimdallr needs you, our son needs you. Please.” You looked down at the water that fell at your feet “Who are you?”

  “We are the seas of every realm, we are the sisters that provide life, we are the ones who gave life to our Heimdallr.” You let out a shaky breath “I thought you were confined by Odin.”

 “We have been with you all your life. Your mother brought you to us, into the water as she plummeted into our icy depths.” You sighed “Yes, to be a weapon. Odin told me.” The rain fell harder “Odin has spent years picking from your mind, go to Heimdallr, bring him to safety. Return to us, return to the sea and we will reveal the truth.” 

   The rain stopped and you looked on at the group struggling to get Freyr away and you turned towards the water from the rain that flowed deeper into the wilderness. You could see paw prints, large paws. You let out a whisper “Gulltoppr.” You took a deep breath walking away from the scene towards the wilderness, towards Heimdall. It felt right in your heart but your stomach churned thinking of leaving the others, soon your feet picked up as you started sprinting.

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    Heimdall felt the blood from his cheek watching Kratos get up and running at him for the third time, why? Why would this man not just die? 

    Heimdall slid away from those ugly grotesque blades that the man swung around. The heat from the blades was too close for comfort, pain. Not as bad as he remembered. With a growl he punched Kratos “Do you know your son sounds like a hurt goose when he is hurt?! HOOAG! HOOAG!!” 

  Heimdall chuckled as he ducked the spear, throwing it back. Kratos dodged and Heimdall's eyes caught onto the flashing talisman on his hip “That. Where’d you get it?” Kratos only charged at him, his mind filled with anger. Heimdall felt that damn spear against his throat, his back up against the wall “Luck! That’s all this is! Where is she?! Why do you have that!” Kratos yelled, pulling back the spear and stabbing Heimdall in the arm, making him scream out “Alright! Stop, stop!” 

  Heimdall cried as he slumped in defeat, Kratos turned away from him looking into the distance, his mind rebuilding his composure. “Stand down, this is your last chance to do so.” Heimdall looked up at him “You’re just gonna let me go? Why?” Kratos looked at the spear “She requested me to spare you. But I am not the monster I was so initially I would not have killed you.” Heimdall let out a cough “I don’t believe you, you captured her. Bring her home, to safety.” 

  Kratos turned to him “She is not being held against her will. She is safe, if that’s what you are worried about.” Heimdall shook his head “What is going on in that head of yours.” Kratos stayed silent, was it fear? Anger?  He could feel grief, could smell the adrenaline. Heimdall sneered when he tasted it, that thing…pity.

  “Oh…you’re not actually going to spare me out of pity?!” Kratos stood still “Is this about the boy?” Kratos tensed “Oh, I’m definitely going to gut hi-“ he said, reaching for the spear only for it to blow his arm flying across the field in pieces. Heimdall fell to his knees, tears running down as he tried to stop them, the pain grew. Kratos looked at him. Down at him. “this is your last chance.”

   Heimdall pushed himself up and Mimir sighed “I don’t think that’s gonna be enough for this one.” Heimdall looked up at Kratos. Heimdalls composure was gone, Heimdall felt nothing but glass breaking in his mind, his heart beating faster and faster against his chest. He sneered “after all of this…you think you just get to—walk away?” Heimdall turned to the exposed bone chunks of meat hanging off his bone. Then there was pain. Gods, it was unbearable. Letting out a scream, Heimdall stood up, his arm growing back lined with Bifrost; he waved it, trying it out, feeling the weight of it.

   “You do not get to decide my fate.” 

 Kratos turned back to look at the breaking man. Heimdall clenched his fist “only one of us gets out of here, and it sure as shit will not be you. You are dead, sunshine.” With a yell Heimdall punched the shield of Kratos, letting out a ring as Kratos slid to the other end of the field. 

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   You ran but stopped looking up at the sky. It looked like it was raining gold, but it was spears. You looked to your left, hopping onto the wall, climbing it, and when you were on it, you looked down, seeing Heimdall and Kratos. 

   Kratos had slammed Heimdall's face into the ground. You hopped down, running towards them as Kratos started to choke Heimdall. 

  “No!” You said using all your weight to crash into Kratos, pushing him away, you hovered over Heimdall, pulling out your sword. Kratos raised his axe, Mimir trying to get through to him. You threw your sword, Heimdall gasping under you, his hand gripping onto your thigh as you knelt down. “I’m not your enemy!” You pulled Heimdall into your chest, holding him tightly. Kratos stomped up to you, kicking your sword, gripping his axe. “What?” You said, glaring at him, “What?!” His eyes shifted 

  You knew exactly what he wanted. You looked down and pulled Gallarjorn from Heimdall's belt, making him let out a soft no, but you shushed him. Kratos snatched it, stomping away. You looked at Heimdall, tears falling down your face. You kissed his cheek, his blood smeared on your lips. “Oh my Heimdall.” You whispered 

  His hand had a death grip on your sleeve. “Don’t leave-…again.” He wheezed. You shook your head. “Heimdall I—I can’t go back. We can find—-“ Heimdall started to weep, making you freeze. “I want us to return home.” You nodded, “Okay..I’ll go anywhere you are…I love you.” 

  He was silent, his tears streaming. You only cried out small apologies, “Gods, Heimdall, I’m sorry! I love you!” You said, kissing his brow repeatedly, apologizing with love yous and kissing his face. You both sat there for as long as he needed, and you couldn’t move your legs were jelly.

   You both stayed there, you curled over him, water from the rain rising around you both. 

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Protecting a fire with bare hands 15

hostile mind.

// Lets lock in.// shit hits the fan tw: violence, gore. blah blah.

////taste that? it's your soul leaving ur throat////

   “Lord Heimdall,” you said emotionlessly, your eyes looking down at him. Heimdall stood still, arms folded. Since when have you called him lord?

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   Heimdall and you made your way outside of Asgard. There was heavy rain. Asgard only rained when you were in distress, but you were fine; you would say something if you weren’t. Heimdall looked down as one of the kids came running to you with a wide smile, hugging onto your leg, making you stop. The kid was jumping excitedly about you having your arm back, but you sneered and grabbed the child’s arm, almost throwing him to the ground. 

   “I don’t have time for your games, runt.” The child looked up at you with wet eyes. You huffed, continuing on with Heimdall. He looked back at you, “That was quite…out of character for you.” You looked around unfazed. “I have orders to follow. No time for children, " you said plainly. Heimdall chuckled, “That I can agree on.”

   Heimdall whistled, Gulltoppr turning to him with a delighted purr, nuzzling into his hand. Heimdall turned to the group of Einherjar, tightening his arm bracers. “So what’s the plan today, golden boy?” One of the soldiers asked with a chuckle from the group. 

  Heimdall laughed along before going straight-faced. “Funny, and as a reward for your jesting, go clean Gulltopprs stall.” The soldier frowned and stood still. Heimdall waved his hand. “Go on.” He smirked, watching the man walk into the stall. 

   Heimdall sighed, looking back. “Anyone else? No? Good.” Heimdall's hand lay on Gulltopprs head. “Tonight we travel into Vanaheim with three main objectives: find Freyr's Outpost, capture Freyr, and destroy any threats to Asgard.” 

  One of the women soldiers stepped up. “And? His followers will they just be left to walk freely?” Heimdall went to answer before you stepped up. “No, we kill them, every single one.” Heimdall looked at you. “Why?” He asked, and you looked at him, almost shocked that he would ask.

“Why let them live?” You stated the soldiers cheered, “That’s what I’m talking about, nobody gets to threaten our All Father and get to keep their heads.” One exclaimed, “Also like the new look, you're one of us now.” You remain unshaken, standing still as you observe the group disbanding and readying their animals and weapons. 

   Heimdall hopped onto Gulltoppr. “Isn’t that neat? They save your life and you’re gonna repay them with their blood.” Your nose twitched slightly. “No such thing as debt.” You spat. 

  Heimdall rode up beside you, offering you a hand. “Here, hop on.” Gulltoppr nuzzled into you excitedly, but you pushed her away with a sneer. You whistled the horse that Heimdall broke in Vanaheim, walking up with heavy armor. You lifted yourself onto its saddle, grabbing the horn and pulling the reins, moving your horse back some. Heimdall sat back up with a Hand on his thigh. You always wanted to ride Gulltoppr.

   Looking down, he saw his feline companion slump sadly. He leaned down and scratched her head, making her perk up as her back foot tapped in pleasure. He smiled.

  “Alright, we’re ready to move out.” Said one of the soldiers. Heimdall nodded, and suddenly a portal opened in Vanaheim's dense forest on the other side. Heimdall rode beside you. “You’ll be leading us to his hideout.” You looked at him. “Yes, lord Heimdall.” 

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   The ride was slow, troops took care of any pests that were in the way, but other than that, it was peaceful. Heimdall had made some small talk with some of the troops, insulting Heimdall and the vanir, but you remained silent and still, like stone.

   Riding behind you, Heimdall was peering into your mind. He was pulled into it like there was an icy grip. Heimdall looked around, and everything was dark and empty. Taking a few steps, he could hear his feet hit the floor like it were wet. Always water with you.

 “Do you have to leave your snail trail everywhere?” 

  He heard in the distance. Was that him? Heimdall turned behind him, seeing a flickering light, which turned into two lights. The figure inched closer, snarling, foaming at the mouth, a dog. No, a wolf. Heimdall stepped back, the wolf gunning for him, jaw-dropping and chewing into him! 

  Heimdall gasped, being pushed from your mind, he looked down seeing the blood drops on his fists. Heimdall rubbed his nose, the blood stopping after a moment. What was that? A wolf in your mind? But where were you? All he could feel was fear, anger, and pain. Could that be you, defending yourself?

  Heimdall wiped his nose clean and sniffled a bit, looking back up. You stopped and looked around. “We’re here.” The troops scattered around in search of any of Freyrs group. Heimdall rode beside you. “It’s abandoned.” He said

 “Maybe…” Heimdall cut you off. “It is, I hear nothing. Not here or for miles.” You remained silent. 

  After minutes of searching, Heimdall called back the troops, “Let’s keep moving, we’re bound to find them.” The god said with a sigh as he turned Gulltoppr to continue down the road. 

  You stayed still. 

  Hopping down from your horse you walked into one of the makeshift tents baskets weaved by grass in the corners of the small tent along with a fireplace, the flakes on the wood was still hot, and the smell was like something was cooking, there was fat that was melting on the stick above the fire. Your head turned slowly, and your eyes caught onto marks on the floor, scratch marks. 

—-

Heimdall ran a hand over his chin, feeling the stubble that told him it was time for a shave. His thoughts were abruptly interrupted as he turned to witness a peculiar scene. You were hoisting a little elf girl by her vibrant horns, tossing her out of a tent and onto the ground with a flutter of panicked squeals. She landed at Heimdall’s feet, dust rising around her. With a swift, practiced motion, you drew your blade from its sheath. It gleamed dully in the light, strikingly silent and eerily soulless.

  You held it up to the little one’s throat, making her fall silent in fear. Looking up you pressed it harder into the girl's skin. “Freyr! You have one second to spare this girl and reveal yourself, you and your little friends come and offer yourselves up. Do that and we can avoid the hard way. You can’t hide!” 

   You looked down at the girl, pulling back your sword, preparing to strike. 

  “You wouldn’t hide.” You whispered, and suddenly you turned towards the sound of splashing water, Freyr running with his hands up in surrender, “Alright! Alright! I understand.” He said others came from their hiding spots, not many, so they weren’t a threat. “We’re here. Just don’t hurt her.” 

  Heimdall raised a brow. “Hello, sizzles, been a while. Everyone, please take a look at this…god they idolize.” Heimdall hopped off Gulltoppr and walked to Freyr circling him like he was lunch “You must feel like shit.”

   You looked up at the god with his eyes on you. Now you had already said at Asgard that you would kill them all. Anyone who worshipped Freyr dared to disobey the All-father…but something made you stop. 

 You let go of the girl, watching as she stumbled into Freyrs arms crying and shaking. He shushed her, looking at Heimdall. “Why do you hunt us? We are no threat,”  Heimdall laughed loudly. “Oh, Freyr, we both know that’s not true. The all-Father believes you are working with Freya and the uh—God killer.” Freyr clenched his jaw, and there was silence. Heimdall and he stared at each other intensely. 

   “Cloud your thoughts as much as you want, but I know the truth,” Heimdall smirked, and Freyr closed his eyes with a long sigh. “I’ve fought with you before, I know better than to try and hit you.” 

   Heimdall patted his back, pushing him to the ground on the third pat. “Good man. Helmets, take them all.” 

 You stepped up. “Too much, kill them and keep Freyr.” Freyr looked up. “No! What’re you saying?” His followers shouted in shock and backed up in fear and panic. You walked up, pulling out your sword. Heimdall turned your way, bumping shoulders, stopping you. “I would really like to understand why you want to kill these defense—… useless creatures?” He whispered, and you raised a brow. 

  “When have you backed out of getting blood on your blade?” You whispered back, looking down at him almost disrespectfully, making him sneer. “Just for that. Back down.” He said, and you furrowed your eyebrows, eyes flickering back and forth to the refugees. 

  You put away your sword, backing away, your frown turning neutral. Heimdall rubbed his forehead and turned around, waving his hand, making the Einherjar push Freyr back towards his camp along with his followers, forcing them into one of the makeshift tents. 

  Heimdall kicked at some dirt. “We’ll take base here, till the All Father is ready for us.” 

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    You stood outside the tent where they were holding Freyr, wiping your sword. You gazed into the steel. 

  Heimdall stood next to the wooden beam with Freyr tied to it. Heimdall stared at you with a soft face. Freyr leaned into his peripheral. Heimdall's mouth turned into a disgusted frown as he turned to meet with the tied-up, pathetic vanir god. 

  “You’re staring at me again…what do you want?” Heimdall turned back to face into the distance. Freyr leaned forward with a groan from being hit in the stomach by the helmet, who just wanted a laugh. “The girl…she uh-she doesn’t seem like the other Helmets.” Heimdall rolled his eyes.  

   “Save me your acts and be plain, I know you helped her, and I know she has planned against the All-Father with you. The All-Father saved her from a fate such as her blood father and mother.” Freyr looked between you and Heimdall. “What? She—She-no. You’ve got it all wrong. She didn’t do anything, not any type of planning against the old goat.” 

   Heimdall rolled his eyes. “Hold your lies, your pathetic life will soon be no more after the all father is done with you.” Freyr shook his head “Heimdall, listen asshole.” Heimdall glared back at him, kicking him in the jaw, making Freyr groan as he flexed his jaw in pain. Heimdall leaned down to face him. “Stop. Talking.” Freyr sneered, “Look into my eyes when I tell you this, the girl cares about you. I don't know why, but you and she have grown together; she told me so. Look at her!—“ 

  Freyr said, then leaned closer and whispered, “Look at her. You know this isn’t her; she was never cruel. Loyal, but never cruel. She wanted to keep everyone safe. Even her enemies, she would’ve never saved me if not.” Heimdall could see nothing but truth. “Now tell me, Heimdall, is that woman the same one you know? She’s just like your army, empty-minded and tormented by bloodlust.” Heimdall turned to look at you, his chest felt heavy. He felt his tongue get dry and his eyes burn 

   Suddenly Freyr let out a yell breaking his binds and dodging his way out of the tent he was as quick as he was stupid. Your eyes went wide as he came towards you full sprinting, laying a hand on your head as you held a dagger to his throat “I know you. This isn’t you.” Freyr was pulled from you shoved to the ground hitting his jaw hard making him cringe. You started to breathe heavily wiping your eyes letting out frustrated yells as you panicked, almost as if you wanted to take your own eyes out. “Get—get it off of me!” 

  Heimdall picked up Freyr by his hair. Freyr struggled against him until the ground started to glow a blue. You looked down eyes full of fear as roots from the world tree itself began to circle you. You looked up and reached out only to fall through the realm itself “Heimdall!” You yelled as you plummeted down. Heimdall was going to dive in after you only for the floor to turn back solid, sending him face first into the grass. 

  Embarrassing.

  Heimdall pushed himself up, turning back to Freyr. “Where did it take her?” 

 Freyr smirked, “Why don’t you peek in my mind and find out, daddy's boy.” 

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  You felt your stomach in twists as your body was twirling around as you fell, you felt your head breaking into pieces as you struggled, your vision was fizzing in and out and you could’ve sworn you were being ripped apart. One moment you were in Asgard now you’re falling through realms. Are you ever gonna catch a break?  

   Maybe a break in your fall. 

 Landing on solid ground with an “oomph” noise. You couldn’t push yourself up, making a wheezing noise, the air returning to your lungs as you looked up, seeing figures running to you. Their voices are almost unrecognizable. “Wait—That is not Yngvi.” A woman spoke, her hair brown and long, her eyes dark. 

  No shoes. You groaned as you went to push yourself up only to be held down by a tall…tall man. “Who are you? Where is Freyr?” You looked up at the talking head in the woman’s hands, his eyes golden. Then you looked at that orange tuft of hair rushing your way with…oh—the god killer. 

“Wait! I know her!” he exclaimed, recognition lighting up his face. “She tried to help me and my father deal with Garm, but… she got hurt in the process.” The last part came out almost hesitantly, a flicker of uncertainty breaking through. After all, she had endured pain and lost an arm, yet here she stood—seemingly unscathed. 

His father stepped forward, addressing the small gathering. “Indeed, she aided us. She was alongside Heimdall and Thrúd.” 

The woman turned sharply, her eyes narrowing. “Heimdall? She’s with Odin?” The tension in the air thickened, curiosity and concern intertwining as the implications settled in. Leaning towards the giant man she whispered “Why did you not kill Heimdall when you had the chance Kratos?” 

  You pushed yourself up knocking the woman off of you “Kratos? Is that your name?” The man looked at you “I am no threat, But you will put no hand on Heimdall.” The woman grabbed your arm. “You are in no position to make threats.” Loki grabbed your arm pulling you away from her “Freya she’s not like that. She’s—she’s really nice. She got the Midgardian kids inside of Asgard where they’ll be safer, she’s teaching the kids to defend themselves without becoming einherjar!”

  His father scolded him with a warning look “Boy.”

   “Father, trust me.” He pleaded with him. You looked at the woman “You are Freya? Goddess Freya, Baldurs mother?” She looked at you with a solemn expression “I am.” You looked down bowing your head “I’m sorry for your loss.” 

  She clenched her jaw, keeping silent. You looked back between her and Kratos, “if you can befriend your son's killer, you can let me go back to Vanaheim.” She shook her head “He and I are not friends. What were you doing in Vanaheim? Why shouldn’t I kill you?”

  You looked around at the group realizing it was hopeless. There was no leverage; they would just leave you for dead as they went to save Freyr. Suddenly two brothers rushed to you “Hey! The girl is decent. Ain this like fate er somethin?” Brok said Freya frowned “I gave that spell to Yngvi in case he was ever in trouble not to send stray mutts our way.” Loki looked at you “I’m sorry, Freya, that was rude.” 

   Freya scoffed “she herself looks like an einherjar her paint on her face is almost as black as night!” She pushed your head making you hold back an insult and she stopped looking at you “Your head, it has a rune.” She looked at you for a long while before grabbing your hand 

 “Come, let’s get your mind clear.”

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   Heimdall left Vanaheim leaving Freyr with the troops. He needed to rest, he swears it’s like one moment you’re home and he’s so close to you that it starts to make him sick then you’re gone again. Leaving him alone. 

  He beat Freyr but he could only do so much, could break so many fingers and punch so many ribs before he left him lethally injured. He didn’t break, and his mind was filled with nonsense Heimdall couldn’t handle reading. Heimdall pushed a stray hair back into its place. His heart felt heavy when he felt his intricate braids. The night of the ceremony you had said he looked better with his hair down, he despised how it made his stomach flutter.

  When you both sat at the table at the Black Thunder and when you thanked him he could see it in your mind that you wanted to say something else, but both of you couldn’t accept it. Was that fear? Heimdall rubbed his eyes tiredly. 

  “Heimdall?” Peeking through his fingers he looked down at the kid, one of your students. “Ztephanie.” He said waiting for her to continue “Where is—“ he cut her off “She’ll return, she’s just…she’s in Vanaheim.” He cringed inwardly as the lie slipped from his lips. But he knew you…you wouldn’t want the kids worried. 

  She smiled “Doing all she can to help peace between realms. She’s so strong.” Heimdall put his arms on his hips. She looked off into the distance with a warm look then blushed looking at Heimdall “Uh—well I just, she said when she got back tonight she’d observe me using this new weapon I picked up from Tyrs Temple.” Heimdall looked at the weapon. a chain and it was hooked on a sharp blade. 

  She smiled “she said it’s a chain scythe, from another land.” Heimdall nodded “Well you keep that, you’ll learn. Don’t stay up late though.” He continued down the road but stopped, he doesn’t think he can face everyone in the lodge. It was loud there. Heimdall turned and walked to another building, an inn that really had no business only for a few citizens who were too drunk to face their wives and children. 

   Heimdall walked inside and the man at the front desk looked up at him. There was silence the man had seen Heimdall before, he knew the boy loved silence, so they never needed to speak.  

  A drunk man looked at Heimdall “Hey man, you know what I do to loosen my muscles?” Heimdall looked at the man with a roll of the eye “I think of a lovely gal and well you know. There’s some advice for you. Ah shit—you’re Heimdall.” Heimdall looked away “clever as ever sir.” 

  He walked to a room Heimdall pushed his full body against the door, closing it and falling onto a chair in a fluid motion. 

   Heimdall let out a long sigh, his mind drifting off as his muscles relaxed, he leaned over and started to undo his boots pulling them off with a pleasant sigh from him, flexing his foot that was sore from…well not walking cause Gulltoppr was doing all of that, maybe it was the kicking on the stone head vanir god. 

   He stood up body sore since he gave it a chance to rest, he undid his belt his eyes heavy and closed as he did so then he let out a shaky sigh as he felt hands rub his lower stomach slowly fingertips traveling under the band of his pants making his eyes open only for the feeling to go away. 

  His mind was playing tricks on him, cruel tricks.

  He pulled off his belt and the thing everyone called a skirt. Taking off his shirt, he looked at himself from a mirror in the open wardrobe. Long time ago he used to hate his body, his ‘brothers’ were such powerhouses. Tyr was tall, Thor was buff and large, Baldur was lean and stronger punching Thor during a drunken fight one time, ice had frosted on the ginger's beard as he flew into the roof of Black Thunder. 

   Heimdall felt silly and shut the wardrobe, lying down in the bed that was stiff but would do for the night. The moon shone on the wal,l providing a sense of comfort. Now for the next problem, he couldn’t close his eyes. 

  “Hel” he whispered, looking down at the area where the ghost feeling of hands were on his lower stomach, he knew it was your hands. He had lain next to you in the bedroll. You were a wild sleeper. He couldn't get you to rest till he laid a hand on your stomach, but it was also peaceful for him. Heimdall turned on his side the moment he closed his mind. he felt warmth against him, and it comforted him. 

  But it was just his mind. Heimdall knew all about the powers of the mind, he wasn’t stupid. One thing was for sure: he was craving you, everything about you, your smell, your voice, your body…your warmth. Your heartbeat was like a running stream, providing him with small moments of tranquility. 

   “I need you to come home…please.” 

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  You sneezed loudly, Freya mixing herbs in front of you, “Someone must be talking about you.” You raised a brow. “What?” She only shook her head, “An old superstition.” You looked down at the table. “Odin, he hexed me, turned me into a mindless soldier like his army. But he’s all I’ve known. I owe him my life and owe him his death.” 

  Freya took her fingers and placed the ointment under your nose and eyes “I know. People in power prey on the weak.” You grabbed her hand “I’m not weak.” She stared at you in silence, you let her go and she sighed “I know you’re not weak. No one could come back from being hurt so many times.” 

   Your hand rubbed against your lips over the scar, “I have to get back to Heimdall.” Freya slammed down her bowl “you can’t stop fate, you’ve talked to the Norns you know you can’t stop Heimdall and Kratos from meeting.” You shook your head “I am the protector of realms. I have lived in both Vanaheim and Asgard! I have sharpened the blades and melted the iron with gold in Asgard and I have crushed the berries and slept next to the wild bison in Vanaheim. 

  Freya closed her eyes “You can’t save everyone.” You furrowed your brows “No one. Is going to stop me from trying.” Loki, who you learned was Atreus, came to you with a bowl and spoon “Made by Tyr.” He said sitting it in front of you, you watched as the man sat across from you his figure tall.

    Heimdall has told you about Tyr…rarely but you have read his journal and breathed in his words. His books have been influencing your actions wishing for peace and a world not separated. 

  But he stared at you, and instead of warmth and spiritual peace and aura. It made your skin crawl. You shook your head forgetting about it. 

  Kratos sat down taking bites from the stew in his bowl. Freya looked down at the table “What our next move should be is returning to Vanaheim, freeing Freyr and—…” she looked at you for a second “And deal with Heimdall.” You clenched your fist, Sindri looked at your knuckles going white looking back up at you sympathetically. 

  Kratos put his spoon down “I will do what it takes to keep my son safe, but I will not kill unnecessarily.” You let out a low breath “At least someone sees sense.”

  Freya put a hand on her head “I know Heimdall and he will not stop. He has too much pride and honor—“ you slammed the table making Sindri jump “Heimdall may be those things but he is only doing what is right his father is all he knows his mothers were pulled from him he has known nothing but Asgard!” 

 Kratos looked up at you “Can you assure me he will not kill my son in Asgard as the Norns said.” You stood up pushing your hands against the table leaning over hanging your head. 

  “Is that all there is to it? Fate…may be written in stone but stone can be broken! You all have suffered great tragedy! Lost sons, daughters, I—I don’t know!” Kratos seemed to shift uncomfortably “Fate doesn’t control you! You do! I may not be in the stones but I won’t just watch as my world crumbles!” 

  Freya put a hand on your chest “It is fate! Ragnorak is foretold, Odin's death is the truth! It could change all of our lives!” You pushed her away others getting up as you put your hands on your head, you felt like your brain was boiling. 

  Sindri came up to you grabbing your hand “Sit down you’re still recovering from Odin's hold on your mind.” 

  You shook your head “I know I was made as a weapon. Made to help the—revolution against Odin somehow. Odin killed my parents, took everything from me, and in all that anguish and fear I swept me and my mother and father out to sea. With just one scream. They rest with the creatures of the deep, where they belong.” 

  You turned around putting hands on your hips looking at the arm that was once gone now back on your hip. “Asgard will fall, but I will not let you shed the blood of my friends, there are Children in that city, old women and men, animals, chickens. All of them deserve to live; they don’t deserve to be punished for Odins crimes. Thor, and Heimdall are a product of their father; they were raised as soldiers with no love and affection. They grew cold. They deserve a chance. So I won’t let you take down my city in flames without me there to get them out. That is all I ask. I don’t want war.”

  Kratos looked at you “Neither do I.” He stood up walking to you looking you in the eye. You kept your stare and without words Kratos nodded “She comes with us to Vanaheim to help our allies.” Freya let out a breath “This is ridiculous.” You smiled as Kratos turned and walked into a door Atreus followed into a separate room giving you a thumbs up with a smile. 

   You looked at Sindri who led you to the side “I think you need some new armor, something that doesn’t scream Asgard.” You looked down at your clothes dirt and grime on some of the white fabric “Here.” You picked up the folded armor he gave you “I took some inspiration from Heimdalls design, you guys seem like two pods in a pea…two peas in a pod? Anyways you guys have been together and you both stand for what you believe in.” 

  You rubbed over some of the details like embroidered waves on the top “Every fabric is from every different realm. I know Heimdalls fast but you’re strong, you endure hits and you have thick skin, so, here’s something to help you out with your future adventures.” 

   You smiled and kissed his cheek making him smile then gag “thanks” you whispered, walking to a room. 

   You sat down on a bed pulling out your sword, it didn’t make the same noise it felt empty. 

  “Hello?” You whispered, you heard no answer “My friend? I need your advice. I need to get back, stop a war…tell Heimdall his father is wrong. I don’t know what to do…don’t abandon me.” You sniffled eyes watering as tears fell on the blade.

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    Heimdall frowned as he felt you pull his bare back into your bare chest “God's woman, I’m trying to rest.” You only chuckled, nibbling his ear, making him slap your leg that was wrapped around his. You let out a sigh as you sniffed in his scent “I love you, gods you’re so amazing.” Heimdall let out a low sigh as he melted into your words he loved words, millions could touch but words were powerful and praise gave him something he never had. Heimdall relaxed his shoulder tilting his head. You let out a chuckle as you jokingly licked his jaw making him wriggle uncomfortably.

  “you’re so beautiful Heimdall.” He let out a soft moan as you kissed his neck, he’s been in charge of people and things for so long, he wanted to be putty in your hands. He whispered “Keep going.” You only kissed his cheek “Can’t right now my love.” He let out a scoff “For fucks sake, why not?” You smiled against his shoulder “You have to find me, I’m not here…I know you miss me.”

 Heimdall jolted awake letting out a gasp. He started to let down his hair with a heavy sigh, his eyes grew wet, it was still dark outside, he laid back down hair surrounding his face. He would not sleep for the rest of the night.

   When the sun rose Heimdall was already walking from Dark Feathers into Vanaheim. His troops bowed down to him “Heimdall, some of his followers got away.” Heimdall with dark circles under his eyes grimaced at the soldier and how his mind reeked with his own anxiety. 

  With a wave he dismissed him. followers were nothing without someone to follow. Walking into the tent with Freyr he sat down on a sturdy basket looking at Freyr. The man stared up at him Freyr chuckled, his breathing wheezing when he took a breath in “Someone didn’t get enough sleep, dreaming about a woman, yea?” Heimdall pointed his blade at him “how do you know that?”

   Freyr let out a laugh that turned into a bunch of “Ah! Ouch! Ooh.” He only composed himself “Just a guess Heimdall you know I dream about women all the time, they comfort me.” Heimdall let out an annoyed grumble tracing the floor with the tip of his sword. Heimdall looked at Freyr “What?” He said and Freyr shrugged “I mean, Heimdall I know you as much as you hate to even think I do, I do.” 

   Heimdall shook his head “I can see your mind. I'm not convinced and I’m not going to speak about my father. But you’re going to speak about Freya and Kratos, what are they planning?” 

  Freyr clenched his jaw and Heimdall pushed further into his mind his purple gaze intensified Freyr couldn’t even dare to look away, Heimdall shook his head “War, they wish to start Ragnarok and take down Asgard?” Freyr let out a sigh in defeat. Heimdall took the horn from his belt looking at the object he remembered he couldn’t believe he had to carry around a horn before his own sword, he asked his brothers why couldn’t their father just lock it away. 

   Freyr and Heimdall sat in silence. Freyr had been the first to say it “What happened to us?” Heimdall rubbed his mouth tiredly “You know what happened, you ran off instead of taking accountability.” Freyr sneered “I ran for my life, from your people your brother. You’re the protector, you should have been there, Heimdall! I was set on fire because your people had no patience. They wanted to learn spellcraft then blamed me for their failure.” 

  Heimdall put a hand under his chin “They said you were the caster. Who was I going to choose Freyr? They’re my people” 

“I was your friend! You called me your Brother!” Freyr snapped at him struggling against his binds. Heimdall looked down “It can’t be changed now so I don’t know why we are speaking about this.” 

  Freyr rolled his eyes as Heimdall got up, walking away “I do enjoy our moments…this is all we have to catch up.” He said walking outside. 

———-

    You, Atreus and Kratos met up with an ally of theirs “Hildisvini!” Atreus smiled and the man nodded “Hello fellow shapeshifter.” Kratos walked with him “Where is Freya, she came to rescue her brother.” The man nodded “She’s leading the search party for Freyr and Bvggir. They’ve been captured and some of us got away.” He stopped and turned to you “I see you brought one of them that threatened a little elf girl's life to me.” 

   You raised a brow “What? I don’t—“ 

 He stopped you “Don’t remember? I do not blame you, your mind was not your own.” Walking towards you slowly he suddenly pulled you into a hug “It’s good to see you again, protector of realms.” You hugged him back “I’m sorry for anything I did when I wasn’t me.” 

  Pulling away he continued on “Another problem is the celestial wolves haven’t been seen for days now.” Kratos and Atreus looked at each other Atreus looked down “The moon?” Hildisvini shook his head “Taken, captured.” Atreus frowned “Like in the prophecy.” You looked up at the sky, the sun majestic as it was scorching, shining over your face. 

   Continuing down the trail you all turned to a giant rock blocking the way “Freya said you could clear the way.” He said looking at Kratos. Kratos made quick work using the spear, throwing it into a wedge blowing the rock apart. Hildisvini nodded “Is that your weapon against Heimdall?” Atreus looked at you but you only smiled back, closing your mind to it. 

  Kratos nodded “Only if it comes to that.” Hildisvini pointed down the trail “If you keep going their den is resting there.” 

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   You all had realized that you would need to find the moon in order to wake the sleeping beasts, Kratos had found a base where Einherjar traversed you pulled a cloth over your mouth Kratos having you stay back to avoid any word of you working with Kratos making its way to Odin, but you only cared if Heimdall would know.

  They made quick work of the soldiers and the second time they were ambushed you watched how Kratos started to use his own fists leaving the Einherjar to mist as they returned to Valhalla. 

   Making your way to the opening the three of you saw a wyvern and it was not happy to see those two but you, it has smelt you before in Asgard. Confusion in its senses it didn’t attack even though its master yelled at it. Kratos and Atreus had attacked the trainer but you reached out for the Wyvern “Hello seize. Remember me?” The bird clicked and cooed snuggling into your hand. You slowly started to undo its restraints pulling the reins out of its mouth, half of these animals were being led against their will but you were always around the animals. 

   She shook her wings letting out a small call of thanks and she took flight “Bye bye seize.” You said dropping the reins and looking over as Kratos finished off the Einherjar. Atreus and him gathered around an object and you stood behind them looking at the glowing blue object “It’s cold, could it be from helheim? Heimdall must’ve grabbed it while he was helping capture Garm, I—I’m so stupid I didn’t see it.” 

  You put a hand on his shoulder Kratos watching you closely as you went to comfort his son “It’s alright carrot top, Heimdall is fast, sneaky. Hels I didn’t even see him, it was a hectic day don’t feel guilty, we’re going to fix it.” 

  Atreus smiled and held the object to you “Do you want to hold onto it” you shook your head “You do the honors.” He nodded and pocketed it running to a wall that he started to climb. Kratos and you made eye contact he grunted and you nodded to him “Thank you for allowing me a chance to get back to Heimdall. I won’t lie, I don’t think I can convince him to back down, can you really beat him?” 

  Kratos nodded “Yes.” You huffed “Can you beat him till there’s no fight left in him, let me get a chance to talk to him.” Kratos shook his head “I make no promises.” You frowned “Well I do, And I promise you this, I’m not losing any more of my loved ones.” Kratos nodded “And I won’t let anyone hurt my son.” 

  You both made your way back to Atreus. He stood in front of the sleeping wolves and he looked at his father. “Well—here goes nothing.” Putting the object on the floor he used his knife breaking the object blue fog flying into the air. Both of the beasts looked at Atreus standing up with a snarl that turned docile walking towards the cliff looking up at the sky. You let out a shaky breath staring at the darker one with blue eyes. It reminded you of the story you told at dinner in Asgard about the black wolf with green eyes. The wolf approached you and you felt your eyes grow wet. Atreus grabbed your hand “He knows you.” Your lip wobbled “Says your mother used to bring them feasts as thanks.” You felt the wolf let out a cold icy breath on your face making you smile. 

  Atreus walked back to the cliff holding up his bow ready to shoot before relaxing “If I do th-“ you put a hand up “We will deal with the consequences, but your friends need help.” 

  Atreus looked to his father and nodded, aiming at the sun before shooting. You smiled watching the beautiful sky turn night. 

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   Meeting up with Freya she traded places with Atreus. You went to follow Kratos but Freya put a hand on your shoulder “Go help Yngvi.” You looked at Kratos who shook his head “Fine.” You stopped and turned back to them “Heimdall will probably have Gulltoppr with him, please, don’t hurt her. She has no control over Heimdall; he tamed her.” 

  Kratos grunted “I’ve known many animals who died for men’s causes. I will do my best to not hurt the beast.” You nodded “thank you. Here, it could help you.” Kratos looked at your hand, it was a relic the one that Heimdall gave you. “It’ll help you react quicker. Swear.” 

  Kratos took it and hooked it on his side.

  When they were out of site you followed Atreus you held him back watching Einherjar pushing the light elf you were sent to save to a rock Atreus looked around and tapped your shoulder pointing to a hill with the others “What’s the plan” you asked and Atreus was lost for words. You held the bridge of your nose “You all came here with no plan?” Atreus shrugged “I think they said a signal?” You looked at him “You don’t remember?” 

  You both recoiled watching as Hildisvini shot an arrow into a guard you didn’t notice was searching for you both. Now Atreus remembers the plan. 

  “We have to go to Bvggir first. If we take Freyr and they see he’s gone they’ll kill Bvggir cause he has no use to them. You go to him, I'll go to Freyr.” You looked at him “split up? Atreus, I can’t let you go on your own.” He only held your hand “There’s nowhere in the realms where the protector of realms can’t find me.” 

  Before you could object he ran off, blending with the forestry. You let out a huff crawling through the grass. You made your way behind the tent using your sword. You looked at it, your reflection blurry, you silently begged for it to share advice, encouraging words. You cut a slit into the tent peeking in you counted two Einherjar…Barvis and phoebena you had train with them, they used to kick you down and Heimdall would give them that treatment back, you always wondered why Odin didn’t convert you when you were younger, into a Einherjar. 

  You sighed taking a long breath 

‘quick and easy…slice like a hot knife through butter. Wield your steel like water weightless, strong, and soft.’ In one fluid motion you cut into the tent rolling into it and standing up slicing up into the stomach of Barvis and shoving your sword into the skull of Pheobena they disappeared into the air. 

 Bvggir started to quietly plead you couldn’t blame him you stood in front of him seemingly to just have popped out of nowhere like the devil. You wiped the ashes of your peers and turned to Bvggir “Quiet, it’s me. I’m not under Odin's influence anymore” Bvggir smiled happily and you helped him up “Thank gods. It’s so good to see you.” You nodded “let’s get you back to your woman.” 

    Suddenly there was a flare that you saw fly out into the sky. You felt your stomach churn. Walking outside the tent you looked at Atreus and the others fighting as Freyr held his stomach with groans. You ran over grabbing Freyrs hand. He chuckled, “We have to stop meeting like this.” You nodded “I apologize for whatever I did.” He only shook his head “Hels I can’t imagine the torment in your mind. But my sister took care of you.” 

  You smiled “Thank you, we’re even now.” Freyr shook his head “No, now we’re friends.” You both ducked hearing the boom before feeling it as it sent you and Freyr flying. You saw Atreus and Hildisvini fighting off Einherjar as the dark elf beyla took her beloved away from the fighting. You stood up grabbing your sword, in the corner of your eye you saw a bird fly into view before turning into Freya “Yngvi!” She smiled, picking her brother into her embrace.

   You looked around “Where’s Kratos?” Freya turned to you “Buying us time, he faces Heimdall, come let’s be swift.” You felt your wrist grabbed but you only pulled it from her “No—No I- I go.” She shook her head “No! We need you.” She grabbed your arm a second time pulling you back. You turned around following Freya but your feet grew heavy, the dirt squishing under you. Mud. But what water? rain. You looked up at the rainfall falling onto your face, listening silently you heard a woman’s distorted voice speak almost as if many spoke out of one body. 

   “Our blade, our sword. Heimdallr needs you, our son needs you. Please.” You looked down at the water that fell at your feet “Who are you?”

  “We are the seas of every realm, we are the sisters that provide life, we are the ones who gave life to our Heimdallr.” You let out a shaky breath “I thought you were confined by Odin.”

 “We have been with you all your life. Your mother brought you to us, into the water as she plummeted into our icy depths.” You sighed “Yes, to be a weapon. Odin told me.” The rain fell harder “Odin has spent years picking from your mind, go to Heimdallr, bring him to safety. Return to us, return to the sea and we will reveal the truth.” 

   The rain stopped and you looked on at the group struggling to get Freyr away and you turned towards the water from the rain that flowed deeper into the wilderness. You could see paw prints, large paws. You let out a whisper “Gulltoppr.” You took a deep breath walking away from the scene towards the wilderness, towards Heimdall. It felt right in your heart but your stomach churned thinking of leaving the others, soon your feet picked up as you started sprinting.

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    Heimdall felt the blood from his cheek watching Kratos get up and running at him for the third time, why? Why would this man not just die? 

    Heimdall slid away from those ugly grotesque blades that the man swung around. The heat from the blades was too close for comfort, pain. Not as bad as he remembered. With a growl he punched Kratos “Do you know your son sounds like a hurt goose when he is hurt?! HOOAG! HOOAG!!” 

  Heimdall chuckled as he ducked the spear, throwing it back. Kratos dodged and Heimdall's eyes caught onto the flashing talisman on his hip “That. Where’d you get it?” Kratos only charged at him, his mind filled with anger. Heimdall felt that damn spear against his throat, his back up against the wall “Luck! That’s all this is! Where is she?! Why do you have that!” Kratos yelled, pulling back the spear and stabbing Heimdall in the arm, making him scream out “Alright! Stop, stop!” 

  Heimdall cried as he slumped in defeat, Kratos turned away from him looking into the distance, his mind rebuilding his composure. “Stand down, this is your last chance to do so.” Heimdall looked up at him “You’re just gonna let me go? Why?” Kratos looked at the spear “She requested me to spare you. But I am not the monster I was so initially I would not have killed you.” Heimdall let out a cough “I don’t believe you, you captured her. Bring her home, to safety.” 

  Kratos turned to him “She is not being held against her will. She is safe, if that’s what you are worried about.” Heimdall shook his head “What is going on in that head of yours.” Kratos stayed silent, was it fear? Anger?  He could feel grief, could smell the adrenaline. Heimdall sneered when he tasted it, that thing…pity.

  “Oh…you’re not actually going to spare me out of pity?!” Kratos stood still “Is this about the boy?” Kratos tensed “Oh, I’m definitely going to gut hi-“ he said, reaching for the spear only for it to blow his arm flying across the field in pieces. Heimdall fell to his knees, tears running down as he tried to stop them, the pain grew. Kratos looked at him. Down at him. “this is your last chance.”

   Heimdall pushed himself up and Mimir sighed “I don’t think that’s gonna be enough for this one.” Heimdall looked up at Kratos. Heimdalls composure was gone, Heimdall felt nothing but glass breaking in his mind, his heart beating faster and faster against his chest. He sneered “after all of this…you think you just get to—walk away?” Heimdall turned to the exposed bone chunks of meat hanging off his bone. Then there was pain. Gods, it was unbearable. Letting out a scream, Heimdall stood up, his arm growing back lined with Bifrost; he waved it, trying it out, feeling the weight of it.

   “You do not get to decide my fate.” 

 Kratos turned back to look at the breaking man. Heimdall clenched his fist “only one of us gets out of here, and it sure as shit will not be you. You are dead, sunshine.” With a yell Heimdall punched the shield of Kratos, letting out a ring as Kratos slid to the other end of the field. 

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   You ran but stopped looking up at the sky. It looked like it was raining gold, but it was spears. You looked to your left, hopping onto the wall, climbing it, and when you were on it, you looked down, seeing Heimdall and Kratos. 

   Kratos had slammed Heimdall's face into the ground. You hopped down, running towards them as Kratos started to choke Heimdall. 

  “No!” You said using all your weight to crash into Kratos, pushing him away, you hovered over Heimdall, pulling out your sword. Kratos raised his axe, Mimir trying to get through to him. You threw your sword, Heimdall gasping under you, his hand gripping onto your thigh as you knelt down. “I’m not your enemy!” You pulled Heimdall into your chest, holding him tightly. Kratos stomped up to you, kicking your sword, gripping his axe. “What?” You said, glaring at him, “What?!” His eyes shifted 

  You knew exactly what he wanted. You looked down and pulled Gallarjorn from Heimdall's belt, making him let out a soft no, but you shushed him. Kratos snatched it, stomping away. You looked at Heimdall, tears falling down your face. You kissed his cheek, his blood smeared on your lips. “Oh my Heimdall.” You whispered 

  His hand had a death grip on your sleeve. “Don’t leave-…again.” He wheezed. You shook your head. “Heimdall I—I can’t go back. We can find—-“ Heimdall started to weep, making you freeze. “I want us to return home.” You nodded, “Okay..I’ll go anywhere you are…I love you.” 

  He was silent, his tears streaming. You only cried out small apologies, “Gods, Heimdall, I’m sorry! I love you!” You said, kissing his brow repeatedly, apologizing with love yous and kissing his face. You both sat there for as long as he needed, and you couldn’t move your legs were jelly.

   You both stayed there, you curled over him, water from the rain rising around you both. 

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// Lets lock in.// shit hits the fan tw: violence, gore. blah blah.

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   “Lord Heimdall,” you said emotionlessly, your eyes looking down at him. Heimdall stood still, arms folded. Since when have you called him lord?

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   Heimdall and you made your way outside of Asgard. There was heavy rain. Asgard only rained when you were in distress, but you were fine; you would say something if you weren’t. Heimdall looked down as one of the kids came running to you with a wide smile, hugging onto your leg, making you stop. The kid was jumping excitedly about you having your arm back, but you sneered and grabbed the child’s arm, almost throwing him to the ground. 

   “I don’t have time for your games, runt.” The child looked up at you with wet eyes. You huffed, continuing on with Heimdall. He looked back at you, “That was quite…out of character for you.” You looked around unfazed. “I have orders to follow. No time for children, " you said plainly. Heimdall chuckled, “That I can agree on.”

   Heimdall whistled, Gulltoppr turning to him with a delighted purr, nuzzling into his hand. Heimdall turned to the group of Einherjar, tightening his arm bracers. “So what’s the plan today, golden boy?” One of the soldiers asked with a chuckle from the group. 

  Heimdall laughed along before going straight-faced. “Funny, and as a reward for your jesting, go clean Gulltopprs stall.” The soldier frowned and stood still. Heimdall waved his hand. “Go on.” He smirked, watching the man walk into the stall. 

   Heimdall sighed, looking back. “Anyone else? No? Good.” Heimdall's hand lay on Gulltopprs head. “Tonight we travel into Vanaheim with three main objectives: find Freyr's Outpost, capture Freyr, and destroy any threats to Asgard.” 

  One of the women soldiers stepped up. “And? His followers will they just be left to walk freely?” Heimdall went to answer before you stepped up. “No, we kill them, every single one.” Heimdall looked at you. “Why?” He asked, and you looked at him, almost shocked that he would ask.

“Why let them live?” You stated the soldiers cheered, “That’s what I’m talking about, nobody gets to threaten our All Father and get to keep their heads.” One exclaimed, “Also like the new look, you're one of us now.” You remain unshaken, standing still as you observe the group disbanding and readying their animals and weapons. 

   Heimdall hopped onto Gulltoppr. “Isn’t that neat? They save your life and you’re gonna repay them with their blood.” Your nose twitched slightly. “No such thing as debt.” You spat. 

  Heimdall rode up beside you, offering you a hand. “Here, hop on.” Gulltoppr nuzzled into you excitedly, but you pushed her away with a sneer. You whistled the horse that Heimdall broke in Vanaheim, walking up with heavy armor. You lifted yourself onto its saddle, grabbing the horn and pulling the reins, moving your horse back some. Heimdall sat back up with a Hand on his thigh. You always wanted to ride Gulltoppr.

   Looking down, he saw his feline companion slump sadly. He leaned down and scratched her head, making her perk up as her back foot tapped in pleasure. He smiled.

  “Alright, we’re ready to move out.” Said one of the soldiers. Heimdall nodded, and suddenly a portal opened in Vanaheim's dense forest on the other side. Heimdall rode beside you. “You’ll be leading us to his hideout.” You looked at him. “Yes, lord Heimdall.” 

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   The ride was slow, troops took care of any pests that were in the way, but other than that, it was peaceful. Heimdall had made some small talk with some of the troops, insulting Heimdall and the vanir, but you remained silent and still, like stone.

   Riding behind you, Heimdall was peering into your mind. He was pulled into it like there was an icy grip. Heimdall looked around, and everything was dark and empty. Taking a few steps, he could hear his feet hit the floor like it were wet. Always water with you.

 “Do you have to leave your snail trail everywhere?” 

  He heard in the distance. Was that him? Heimdall turned behind him, seeing a flickering light, which turned into two lights. The figure inched closer, snarling, foaming at the mouth, a dog. No, a wolf. Heimdall stepped back, the wolf gunning for him, jaw-dropping and chewing into him! 

  Heimdall gasped, being pushed from your mind, he looked down seeing the blood drops on his fists. Heimdall rubbed his nose, the blood stopping after a moment. What was that? A wolf in your mind? But where were you? All he could feel was fear, anger, and pain. Could that be you, defending yourself?

  Heimdall wiped his nose clean and sniffled a bit, looking back up. You stopped and looked around. “We’re here.” The troops scattered around in search of any of Freyrs group. Heimdall rode beside you. “It’s abandoned.” He said

 “Maybe…” Heimdall cut you off. “It is, I hear nothing. Not here or for miles.” You remained silent. 

  After minutes of searching, Heimdall called back the troops, “Let’s keep moving, we’re bound to find them.” The god said with a sigh as he turned Gulltoppr to continue down the road. 

  You stayed still. 

  Hopping down from your horse you walked into one of the makeshift tents baskets weaved by grass in the corners of the small tent along with a fireplace, the flakes on the wood was still hot, and the smell was like something was cooking, there was fat that was melting on the stick above the fire. Your head turned slowly, and your eyes caught onto marks on the floor, scratch marks. 

—-

Heimdall ran a hand over his chin, feeling the stubble that told him it was time for a shave. His thoughts were abruptly interrupted as he turned to witness a peculiar scene. You were hoisting a little elf girl by her vibrant horns, tossing her out of a tent and onto the ground with a flutter of panicked squeals. She landed at Heimdall’s feet, dust rising around her. With a swift, practiced motion, you drew your blade from its sheath. It gleamed dully in the light, strikingly silent and eerily soulless.

  You held it up to the little one’s throat, making her fall silent in fear. Looking up you pressed it harder into the girl's skin. “Freyr! You have one second to spare this girl and reveal yourself, you and your little friends come and offer yourselves up. Do that and we can avoid the hard way. You can’t hide!” 

   You looked down at the girl, pulling back your sword, preparing to strike. 

  “You wouldn’t hide.” You whispered, and suddenly you turned towards the sound of splashing water, Freyr running with his hands up in surrender, “Alright! Alright! I understand.” He said others came from their hiding spots, not many, so they weren’t a threat. “We’re here. Just don’t hurt her.” 

  Heimdall raised a brow. “Hello, sizzles, been a while. Everyone, please take a look at this…god they idolize.” Heimdall hopped off Gulltoppr and walked to Freyr circling him like he was lunch “You must feel like shit.”

   You looked up at the god with his eyes on you. Now you had already said at Asgard that you would kill them all. Anyone who worshipped Freyr dared to disobey the All-father…but something made you stop. 

 You let go of the girl, watching as she stumbled into Freyrs arms crying and shaking. He shushed her, looking at Heimdall. “Why do you hunt us? We are no threat,”  Heimdall laughed loudly. “Oh, Freyr, we both know that’s not true. The all-Father believes you are working with Freya and the uh—God killer.” Freyr clenched his jaw, and there was silence. Heimdall and he stared at each other intensely. 

   “Cloud your thoughts as much as you want, but I know the truth,” Heimdall smirked, and Freyr closed his eyes with a long sigh. “I’ve fought with you before, I know better than to try and hit you.” 

   Heimdall patted his back, pushing him to the ground on the third pat. “Good man. Helmets, take them all.” 

 You stepped up. “Too much, kill them and keep Freyr.” Freyr looked up. “No! What’re you saying?” His followers shouted in shock and backed up in fear and panic. You walked up, pulling out your sword. Heimdall turned your way, bumping shoulders, stopping you. “I would really like to understand why you want to kill these defense—… useless creatures?” He whispered, and you raised a brow. 

  “When have you backed out of getting blood on your blade?” You whispered back, looking down at him almost disrespectfully, making him sneer. “Just for that. Back down.” He said, and you furrowed your eyebrows, eyes flickering back and forth to the refugees. 

  You put away your sword, backing away, your frown turning neutral. Heimdall rubbed his forehead and turned around, waving his hand, making the Einherjar push Freyr back towards his camp along with his followers, forcing them into one of the makeshift tents. 

  Heimdall kicked at some dirt. “We’ll take base here, till the All Father is ready for us.” 

———-

    You stood outside the tent where they were holding Freyr, wiping your sword. You gazed into the steel. 

  Heimdall stood next to the wooden beam with Freyr tied to it. Heimdall stared at you with a soft face. Freyr leaned into his peripheral. Heimdall's mouth turned into a disgusted frown as he turned to meet with the tied-up, pathetic vanir god. 

  “You’re staring at me again…what do you want?” Heimdall turned back to face into the distance. Freyr leaned forward with a groan from being hit in the stomach by the helmet, who just wanted a laugh. “The girl…she uh-she doesn’t seem like the other Helmets.” Heimdall rolled his eyes.  

   “Save me your acts and be plain, I know you helped her, and I know she has planned against the All-Father with you. The All-Father saved her from a fate such as her blood father and mother.” Freyr looked between you and Heimdall. “What? She—She-no. You’ve got it all wrong. She didn’t do anything, not any type of planning against the old goat.” 

   Heimdall rolled his eyes. “Hold your lies, your pathetic life will soon be no more after the all father is done with you.” Freyr shook his head “Heimdall, listen asshole.” Heimdall glared back at him, kicking him in the jaw, making Freyr groan as he flexed his jaw in pain. Heimdall leaned down to face him. “Stop. Talking.” Freyr sneered, “Look into my eyes when I tell you this, the girl cares about you. I don't know why, but you and she have grown together; she told me so. Look at her!—“ 

  Freyr said, then leaned closer and whispered, “Look at her. You know this isn’t her; she was never cruel. Loyal, but never cruel. She wanted to keep everyone safe. Even her enemies, she would’ve never saved me if not.” Heimdall could see nothing but truth. “Now tell me, Heimdall, is that woman the same one you know? She’s just like your army, empty-minded and tormented by bloodlust.” Heimdall turned to look at you, his chest felt heavy. He felt his tongue get dry and his eyes burn 

   Suddenly Freyr let out a yell breaking his binds and dodging his way out of the tent he was as quick as he was stupid. Your eyes went wide as he came towards you full sprinting, laying a hand on your head as you held a dagger to his throat “I know you. This isn’t you.” Freyr was pulled from you shoved to the ground hitting his jaw hard making him cringe. You started to breathe heavily wiping your eyes letting out frustrated yells as you panicked, almost as if you wanted to take your own eyes out. “Get—get it off of me!” 

  Heimdall picked up Freyr by his hair. Freyr struggled against him until the ground started to glow a blue. You looked down eyes full of fear as roots from the world tree itself began to circle you. You looked up and reached out only to fall through the realm itself “Heimdall!” You yelled as you plummeted down. Heimdall was going to dive in after you only for the floor to turn back solid, sending him face first into the grass. 

  Embarrassing.

  Heimdall pushed himself up, turning back to Freyr. “Where did it take her?” 

 Freyr smirked, “Why don’t you peek in my mind and find out, daddy's boy.” 

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  You felt your stomach in twists as your body was twirling around as you fell, you felt your head breaking into pieces as you struggled, your vision was fizzing in and out and you could’ve sworn you were being ripped apart. One moment you were in Asgard now you’re falling through realms. Are you ever gonna catch a break?  

   Maybe a break in your fall. 

 Landing on solid ground with an “oomph” noise. You couldn’t push yourself up, making a wheezing noise, the air returning to your lungs as you looked up, seeing figures running to you. Their voices are almost unrecognizable. “Wait—That is not Yngvi.” A woman spoke, her hair brown and long, her eyes dark. 

  No shoes. You groaned as you went to push yourself up only to be held down by a tall…tall man. “Who are you? Where is Freyr?” You looked up at the talking head in the woman’s hands, his eyes golden. Then you looked at that orange tuft of hair rushing your way with…oh—the god killer. 

“Wait! I know her!” he exclaimed, recognition lighting up his face. “She tried to help me and my father deal with Garm, but… she got hurt in the process.” The last part came out almost hesitantly, a flicker of uncertainty breaking through. After all, she had endured pain and lost an arm, yet here she stood—seemingly unscathed. 

His father stepped forward, addressing the small gathering. “Indeed, she aided us. She was alongside Heimdall and Thrúd.” 

The woman turned sharply, her eyes narrowing. “Heimdall? She’s with Odin?” The tension in the air thickened, curiosity and concern intertwining as the implications settled in. Leaning towards the giant man she whispered “Why did you not kill Heimdall when you had the chance Kratos?” 

  You pushed yourself up knocking the woman off of you “Kratos? Is that your name?” The man looked at you “I am no threat, But you will put no hand on Heimdall.” The woman grabbed your arm. “You are in no position to make threats.” Loki grabbed your arm pulling you away from her “Freya she’s not like that. She’s—she’s really nice. She got the Midgardian kids inside of Asgard where they’ll be safer, she’s teaching the kids to defend themselves without becoming einherjar!”

  His father scolded him with a warning look “Boy.”

   “Father, trust me.” He pleaded with him. You looked at the woman “You are Freya? Goddess Freya, Baldurs mother?” She looked at you with a solemn expression “I am.” You looked down bowing your head “I’m sorry for your loss.” 

  She clenched her jaw, keeping silent. You looked back between her and Kratos, “if you can befriend your son's killer, you can let me go back to Vanaheim.” She shook her head “He and I are not friends. What were you doing in Vanaheim? Why shouldn’t I kill you?”

  You looked around at the group realizing it was hopeless. There was no leverage; they would just leave you for dead as they went to save Freyr. Suddenly two brothers rushed to you “Hey! The girl is decent. Ain this like fate er somethin?” Brok said Freya frowned “I gave that spell to Yngvi in case he was ever in trouble not to send stray mutts our way.” Loki looked at you “I’m sorry, Freya, that was rude.” 

   Freya scoffed “she herself looks like an einherjar her paint on her face is almost as black as night!” She pushed your head making you hold back an insult and she stopped looking at you “Your head, it has a rune.” She looked at you for a long while before grabbing your hand 

 “Come, let’s get your mind clear.”

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   Heimdall left Vanaheim leaving Freyr with the troops. He needed to rest, he swears it’s like one moment you’re home and he’s so close to you that it starts to make him sick then you’re gone again. Leaving him alone. 

  He beat Freyr but he could only do so much, could break so many fingers and punch so many ribs before he left him lethally injured. He didn’t break, and his mind was filled with nonsense Heimdall couldn’t handle reading. Heimdall pushed a stray hair back into its place. His heart felt heavy when he felt his intricate braids. The night of the ceremony you had said he looked better with his hair down, he despised how it made his stomach flutter.

  When you both sat at the table at the Black Thunder and when you thanked him he could see it in your mind that you wanted to say something else, but both of you couldn’t accept it. Was that fear? Heimdall rubbed his eyes tiredly. 

  “Heimdall?” Peeking through his fingers he looked down at the kid, one of your students. “Ztephanie.” He said waiting for her to continue “Where is—“ he cut her off “She’ll return, she’s just…she’s in Vanaheim.” He cringed inwardly as the lie slipped from his lips. But he knew you…you wouldn’t want the kids worried. 

  She smiled “Doing all she can to help peace between realms. She’s so strong.” Heimdall put his arms on his hips. She looked off into the distance with a warm look then blushed looking at Heimdall “Uh—well I just, she said when she got back tonight she’d observe me using this new weapon I picked up from Tyrs Temple.” Heimdall looked at the weapon. a chain and it was hooked on a sharp blade. 

  She smiled “she said it’s a chain scythe, from another land.” Heimdall nodded “Well you keep that, you’ll learn. Don’t stay up late though.” He continued down the road but stopped, he doesn’t think he can face everyone in the lodge. It was loud there. Heimdall turned and walked to another building, an inn that really had no business only for a few citizens who were too drunk to face their wives and children. 

   Heimdall walked inside and the man at the front desk looked up at him. There was silence the man had seen Heimdall before, he knew the boy loved silence, so they never needed to speak.  

  A drunk man looked at Heimdall “Hey man, you know what I do to loosen my muscles?” Heimdall looked at the man with a roll of the eye “I think of a lovely gal and well you know. There’s some advice for you. Ah shit—you’re Heimdall.” Heimdall looked away “clever as ever sir.” 

  He walked to a room Heimdall pushed his full body against the door, closing it and falling onto a chair in a fluid motion. 

   Heimdall let out a long sigh, his mind drifting off as his muscles relaxed, he leaned over and started to undo his boots pulling them off with a pleasant sigh from him, flexing his foot that was sore from…well not walking cause Gulltoppr was doing all of that, maybe it was the kicking on the stone head vanir god. 

   He stood up body sore since he gave it a chance to rest, he undid his belt his eyes heavy and closed as he did so then he let out a shaky sigh as he felt hands rub his lower stomach slowly fingertips traveling under the band of his pants making his eyes open only for the feeling to go away. 

  His mind was playing tricks on him, cruel tricks.

  He pulled off his belt and the thing everyone called a skirt. Taking off his shirt, he looked at himself from a mirror in the open wardrobe. Long time ago he used to hate his body, his ‘brothers’ were such powerhouses. Tyr was tall, Thor was buff and large, Baldur was lean and stronger punching Thor during a drunken fight one time, ice had frosted on the ginger's beard as he flew into the roof of Black Thunder. 

   Heimdall felt silly and shut the wardrobe, lying down in the bed that was stiff but would do for the night. The moon shone on the wal,l providing a sense of comfort. Now for the next problem, he couldn’t close his eyes. 

  “Hel” he whispered, looking down at the area where the ghost feeling of hands were on his lower stomach, he knew it was your hands. He had lain next to you in the bedroll. You were a wild sleeper. He couldn't get you to rest till he laid a hand on your stomach, but it was also peaceful for him. Heimdall turned on his side the moment he closed his mind. he felt warmth against him, and it comforted him. 

  But it was just his mind. Heimdall knew all about the powers of the mind, he wasn’t stupid. One thing was for sure: he was craving you, everything about you, your smell, your voice, your body…your warmth. Your heartbeat was like a running stream, providing him with small moments of tranquility. 

   “I need you to come home…please.” 

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  You sneezed loudly, Freya mixing herbs in front of you, “Someone must be talking about you.” You raised a brow. “What?” She only shook her head, “An old superstition.” You looked down at the table. “Odin, he hexed me, turned me into a mindless soldier like his army. But he’s all I’ve known. I owe him my life and owe him his death.” 

  Freya took her fingers and placed the ointment under your nose and eyes “I know. People in power prey on the weak.” You grabbed her hand “I’m not weak.” She stared at you in silence, you let her go and she sighed “I know you’re not weak. No one could come back from being hurt so many times.” 

   Your hand rubbed against your lips over the scar, “I have to get back to Heimdall.” Freya slammed down her bowl “you can’t stop fate, you’ve talked to the Norns you know you can’t stop Heimdall and Kratos from meeting.” You shook your head “I am the protector of realms. I have lived in both Vanaheim and Asgard! I have sharpened the blades and melted the iron with gold in Asgard and I have crushed the berries and slept next to the wild bison in Vanaheim. 

  Freya closed her eyes “You can’t save everyone.” You furrowed your brows “No one. Is going to stop me from trying.” Loki, who you learned was Atreus, came to you with a bowl and spoon “Made by Tyr.” He said sitting it in front of you, you watched as the man sat across from you his figure tall.

    Heimdall has told you about Tyr…rarely but you have read his journal and breathed in his words. His books have been influencing your actions wishing for peace and a world not separated. 

  But he stared at you, and instead of warmth and spiritual peace and aura. It made your skin crawl. You shook your head forgetting about it. 

  Kratos sat down taking bites from the stew in his bowl. Freya looked down at the table “What our next move should be is returning to Vanaheim, freeing Freyr and—…” she looked at you for a second “And deal with Heimdall.” You clenched your fist, Sindri looked at your knuckles going white looking back up at you sympathetically. 

  Kratos put his spoon down “I will do what it takes to keep my son safe, but I will not kill unnecessarily.” You let out a low breath “At least someone sees sense.”

  Freya put a hand on her head “I know Heimdall and he will not stop. He has too much pride and honor—“ you slammed the table making Sindri jump “Heimdall may be those things but he is only doing what is right his father is all he knows his mothers were pulled from him he has known nothing but Asgard!” 

 Kratos looked up at you “Can you assure me he will not kill my son in Asgard as the Norns said.” You stood up pushing your hands against the table leaning over hanging your head. 

  “Is that all there is to it? Fate…may be written in stone but stone can be broken! You all have suffered great tragedy! Lost sons, daughters, I—I don’t know!” Kratos seemed to shift uncomfortably “Fate doesn’t control you! You do! I may not be in the stones but I won’t just watch as my world crumbles!” 

  Freya put a hand on your chest “It is fate! Ragnorak is foretold, Odin's death is the truth! It could change all of our lives!” You pushed her away others getting up as you put your hands on your head, you felt like your brain was boiling. 

  Sindri came up to you grabbing your hand “Sit down you’re still recovering from Odin's hold on your mind.” 

  You shook your head “I know I was made as a weapon. Made to help the—revolution against Odin somehow. Odin killed my parents, took everything from me, and in all that anguish and fear I swept me and my mother and father out to sea. With just one scream. They rest with the creatures of the deep, where they belong.” 

  You turned around putting hands on your hips looking at the arm that was once gone now back on your hip. “Asgard will fall, but I will not let you shed the blood of my friends, there are Children in that city, old women and men, animals, chickens. All of them deserve to live; they don’t deserve to be punished for Odins crimes. Thor, and Heimdall are a product of their father; they were raised as soldiers with no love and affection. They grew cold. They deserve a chance. So I won’t let you take down my city in flames without me there to get them out. That is all I ask. I don’t want war.”

  Kratos looked at you “Neither do I.” He stood up walking to you looking you in the eye. You kept your stare and without words Kratos nodded “She comes with us to Vanaheim to help our allies.” Freya let out a breath “This is ridiculous.” You smiled as Kratos turned and walked into a door Atreus followed into a separate room giving you a thumbs up with a smile. 

   You looked at Sindri who led you to the side “I think you need some new armor, something that doesn’t scream Asgard.” You looked down at your clothes dirt and grime on some of the white fabric “Here.” You picked up the folded armor he gave you “I took some inspiration from Heimdalls design, you guys seem like two pods in a pea…two peas in a pod? Anyways you guys have been together and you both stand for what you believe in.” 

  You rubbed over some of the details like embroidered waves on the top “Every fabric is from every different realm. I know Heimdalls fast but you’re strong, you endure hits and you have thick skin, so, here’s something to help you out with your future adventures.” 

   You smiled and kissed his cheek making him smile then gag “thanks” you whispered, walking to a room. 

   You sat down on a bed pulling out your sword, it didn’t make the same noise it felt empty. 

  “Hello?” You whispered, you heard no answer “My friend? I need your advice. I need to get back, stop a war…tell Heimdall his father is wrong. I don’t know what to do…don’t abandon me.” You sniffled eyes watering as tears fell on the blade.

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    Heimdall frowned as he felt you pull his bare back into your bare chest “God's woman, I’m trying to rest.” You only chuckled, nibbling his ear, making him slap your leg that was wrapped around his. You let out a sigh as you sniffed in his scent “I love you, gods you’re so amazing.” Heimdall let out a low sigh as he melted into your words he loved words, millions could touch but words were powerful and praise gave him something he never had. Heimdall relaxed his shoulder tilting his head. You let out a chuckle as you jokingly licked his jaw making him wriggle uncomfortably.

  “you’re so beautiful Heimdall.” He let out a soft moan as you kissed his neck, he’s been in charge of people and things for so long, he wanted to be putty in your hands. He whispered “Keep going.” You only kissed his cheek “Can’t right now my love.” He let out a scoff “For fucks sake, why not?” You smiled against his shoulder “You have to find me, I’m not here…I know you miss me.”

 Heimdall jolted awake letting out a gasp. He started to let down his hair with a heavy sigh, his eyes grew wet, it was still dark outside, he laid back down hair surrounding his face. He would not sleep for the rest of the night.

   When the sun rose Heimdall was already walking from Dark Feathers into Vanaheim. His troops bowed down to him “Heimdall, some of his followers got away.” Heimdall with dark circles under his eyes grimaced at the soldier and how his mind reeked with his own anxiety. 

  With a wave he dismissed him. followers were nothing without someone to follow. Walking into the tent with Freyr he sat down on a sturdy basket looking at Freyr. The man stared up at him Freyr chuckled, his breathing wheezing when he took a breath in “Someone didn’t get enough sleep, dreaming about a woman, yea?” Heimdall pointed his blade at him “how do you know that?”

   Freyr let out a laugh that turned into a bunch of “Ah! Ouch! Ooh.” He only composed himself “Just a guess Heimdall you know I dream about women all the time, they comfort me.” Heimdall let out an annoyed grumble tracing the floor with the tip of his sword. Heimdall looked at Freyr “What?” He said and Freyr shrugged “I mean, Heimdall I know you as much as you hate to even think I do, I do.” 

   Heimdall shook his head “I can see your mind. I'm not convinced and I’m not going to speak about my father. But you’re going to speak about Freya and Kratos, what are they planning?” 

  Freyr clenched his jaw and Heimdall pushed further into his mind his purple gaze intensified Freyr couldn’t even dare to look away, Heimdall shook his head “War, they wish to start Ragnarok and take down Asgard?” Freyr let out a sigh in defeat. Heimdall took the horn from his belt looking at the object he remembered he couldn’t believe he had to carry around a horn before his own sword, he asked his brothers why couldn’t their father just lock it away. 

   Freyr and Heimdall sat in silence. Freyr had been the first to say it “What happened to us?” Heimdall rubbed his mouth tiredly “You know what happened, you ran off instead of taking accountability.” Freyr sneered “I ran for my life, from your people your brother. You’re the protector, you should have been there, Heimdall! I was set on fire because your people had no patience. They wanted to learn spellcraft then blamed me for their failure.” 

  Heimdall put a hand under his chin “They said you were the caster. Who was I going to choose Freyr? They’re my people” 

“I was your friend! You called me your Brother!” Freyr snapped at him struggling against his binds. Heimdall looked down “It can’t be changed now so I don’t know why we are speaking about this.” 

  Freyr rolled his eyes as Heimdall got up, walking away “I do enjoy our moments…this is all we have to catch up.” He said walking outside. 

———-

    You, Atreus and Kratos met up with an ally of theirs “Hildisvini!” Atreus smiled and the man nodded “Hello fellow shapeshifter.” Kratos walked with him “Where is Freya, she came to rescue her brother.” The man nodded “She’s leading the search party for Freyr and Bvggir. They’ve been captured and some of us got away.” He stopped and turned to you “I see you brought one of them that threatened a little elf girl's life to me.” 

   You raised a brow “What? I don’t—“ 

 He stopped you “Don’t remember? I do not blame you, your mind was not your own.” Walking towards you slowly he suddenly pulled you into a hug “It’s good to see you again, protector of realms.” You hugged him back “I’m sorry for anything I did when I wasn’t me.” 

  Pulling away he continued on “Another problem is the celestial wolves haven’t been seen for days now.” Kratos and Atreus looked at each other Atreus looked down “The moon?” Hildisvini shook his head “Taken, captured.” Atreus frowned “Like in the prophecy.” You looked up at the sky, the sun majestic as it was scorching, shining over your face. 

   Continuing down the trail you all turned to a giant rock blocking the way “Freya said you could clear the way.” He said looking at Kratos. Kratos made quick work using the spear, throwing it into a wedge blowing the rock apart. Hildisvini nodded “Is that your weapon against Heimdall?” Atreus looked at you but you only smiled back, closing your mind to it. 

  Kratos nodded “Only if it comes to that.” Hildisvini pointed down the trail “If you keep going their den is resting there.” 

—

   You all had realized that you would need to find the moon in order to wake the sleeping beasts, Kratos had found a base where Einherjar traversed you pulled a cloth over your mouth Kratos having you stay back to avoid any word of you working with Kratos making its way to Odin, but you only cared if Heimdall would know.

  They made quick work of the soldiers and the second time they were ambushed you watched how Kratos started to use his own fists leaving the Einherjar to mist as they returned to Valhalla. 

   Making your way to the opening the three of you saw a wyvern and it was not happy to see those two but you, it has smelt you before in Asgard. Confusion in its senses it didn’t attack even though its master yelled at it. Kratos and Atreus had attacked the trainer but you reached out for the Wyvern “Hello seize. Remember me?” The bird clicked and cooed snuggling into your hand. You slowly started to undo its restraints pulling the reins out of its mouth, half of these animals were being led against their will but you were always around the animals. 

   She shook her wings letting out a small call of thanks and she took flight “Bye bye seize.” You said dropping the reins and looking over as Kratos finished off the Einherjar. Atreus and him gathered around an object and you stood behind them looking at the glowing blue object “It’s cold, could it be from helheim? Heimdall must’ve grabbed it while he was helping capture Garm, I—I’m so stupid I didn’t see it.” 

  You put a hand on his shoulder Kratos watching you closely as you went to comfort his son “It’s alright carrot top, Heimdall is fast, sneaky. Hels I didn’t even see him, it was a hectic day don’t feel guilty, we’re going to fix it.” 

  Atreus smiled and held the object to you “Do you want to hold onto it” you shook your head “You do the honors.” He nodded and pocketed it running to a wall that he started to climb. Kratos and you made eye contact he grunted and you nodded to him “Thank you for allowing me a chance to get back to Heimdall. I won’t lie, I don’t think I can convince him to back down, can you really beat him?” 

  Kratos nodded “Yes.” You huffed “Can you beat him till there’s no fight left in him, let me get a chance to talk to him.” Kratos shook his head “I make no promises.” You frowned “Well I do, And I promise you this, I’m not losing any more of my loved ones.” Kratos nodded “And I won’t let anyone hurt my son.” 

  You both made your way back to Atreus. He stood in front of the sleeping wolves and he looked at his father. “Well—here goes nothing.” Putting the object on the floor he used his knife breaking the object blue fog flying into the air. Both of the beasts looked at Atreus standing up with a snarl that turned docile walking towards the cliff looking up at the sky. You let out a shaky breath staring at the darker one with blue eyes. It reminded you of the story you told at dinner in Asgard about the black wolf with green eyes. The wolf approached you and you felt your eyes grow wet. Atreus grabbed your hand “He knows you.” Your lip wobbled “Says your mother used to bring them feasts as thanks.” You felt the wolf let out a cold icy breath on your face making you smile. 

  Atreus walked back to the cliff holding up his bow ready to shoot before relaxing “If I do th-“ you put a hand up “We will deal with the consequences, but your friends need help.” 

  Atreus looked to his father and nodded, aiming at the sun before shooting. You smiled watching the beautiful sky turn night. 

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   Meeting up with Freya she traded places with Atreus. You went to follow Kratos but Freya put a hand on your shoulder “Go help Yngvi.” You looked at Kratos who shook his head “Fine.” You stopped and turned back to them “Heimdall will probably have Gulltoppr with him, please, don’t hurt her. She has no control over Heimdall; he tamed her.” 

  Kratos grunted “I’ve known many animals who died for men’s causes. I will do my best to not hurt the beast.” You nodded “thank you. Here, it could help you.” Kratos looked at your hand, it was a relic the one that Heimdall gave you. “It’ll help you react quicker. Swear.” 

  Kratos took it and hooked it on his side.

  When they were out of site you followed Atreus you held him back watching Einherjar pushing the light elf you were sent to save to a rock Atreus looked around and tapped your shoulder pointing to a hill with the others “What’s the plan” you asked and Atreus was lost for words. You held the bridge of your nose “You all came here with no plan?” Atreus shrugged “I think they said a signal?” You looked at him “You don’t remember?” 

  You both recoiled watching as Hildisvini shot an arrow into a guard you didn’t notice was searching for you both. Now Atreus remembers the plan. 

  “We have to go to Bvggir first. If we take Freyr and they see he’s gone they’ll kill Bvggir cause he has no use to them. You go to him, I'll go to Freyr.” You looked at him “split up? Atreus, I can’t let you go on your own.” He only held your hand “There’s nowhere in the realms where the protector of realms can’t find me.” 

  Before you could object he ran off, blending with the forestry. You let out a huff crawling through the grass. You made your way behind the tent using your sword. You looked at it, your reflection blurry, you silently begged for it to share advice, encouraging words. You cut a slit into the tent peeking in you counted two Einherjar…Barvis and phoebena you had train with them, they used to kick you down and Heimdall would give them that treatment back, you always wondered why Odin didn’t convert you when you were younger, into a Einherjar. 

  You sighed taking a long breath 

‘quick and easy…slice like a hot knife through butter. Wield your steel like water weightless, strong, and soft.’ In one fluid motion you cut into the tent rolling into it and standing up slicing up into the stomach of Barvis and shoving your sword into the skull of Pheobena they disappeared into the air. 

 Bvggir started to quietly plead you couldn’t blame him you stood in front of him seemingly to just have popped out of nowhere like the devil. You wiped the ashes of your peers and turned to Bvggir “Quiet, it’s me. I’m not under Odin's influence anymore” Bvggir smiled happily and you helped him up “Thank gods. It’s so good to see you.” You nodded “let’s get you back to your woman.” 

    Suddenly there was a flare that you saw fly out into the sky. You felt your stomach churn. Walking outside the tent you looked at Atreus and the others fighting as Freyr held his stomach with groans. You ran over grabbing Freyrs hand. He chuckled, “We have to stop meeting like this.” You nodded “I apologize for whatever I did.” He only shook his head “Hels I can’t imagine the torment in your mind. But my sister took care of you.” 

  You smiled “Thank you, we’re even now.” Freyr shook his head “No, now we’re friends.” You both ducked hearing the boom before feeling it as it sent you and Freyr flying. You saw Atreus and Hildisvini fighting off Einherjar as the dark elf beyla took her beloved away from the fighting. You stood up grabbing your sword, in the corner of your eye you saw a bird fly into view before turning into Freya “Yngvi!” She smiled, picking her brother into her embrace.

   You looked around “Where’s Kratos?” Freya turned to you “Buying us time, he faces Heimdall, come let’s be swift.” You felt your wrist grabbed but you only pulled it from her “No—No I- I go.” She shook her head “No! We need you.” She grabbed your arm a second time pulling you back. You turned around following Freya but your feet grew heavy, the dirt squishing under you. Mud. But what water? rain. You looked up at the rainfall falling onto your face, listening silently you heard a woman’s distorted voice speak almost as if many spoke out of one body. 

   “Our blade, our sword. Heimdallr needs you, our son needs you. Please.” You looked down at the water that fell at your feet “Who are you?”

  “We are the seas of every realm, we are the sisters that provide life, we are the ones who gave life to our Heimdallr.” You let out a shaky breath “I thought you were confined by Odin.”

 “We have been with you all your life. Your mother brought you to us, into the water as she plummeted into our icy depths.” You sighed “Yes, to be a weapon. Odin told me.” The rain fell harder “Odin has spent years picking from your mind, go to Heimdallr, bring him to safety. Return to us, return to the sea and we will reveal the truth.” 

   The rain stopped and you looked on at the group struggling to get Freyr away and you turned towards the water from the rain that flowed deeper into the wilderness. You could see paw prints, large paws. You let out a whisper “Gulltoppr.” You took a deep breath walking away from the scene towards the wilderness, towards Heimdall. It felt right in your heart but your stomach churned thinking of leaving the others, soon your feet picked up as you started sprinting.

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    Heimdall felt the blood from his cheek watching Kratos get up and running at him for the third time, why? Why would this man not just die? 

    Heimdall slid away from those ugly grotesque blades that the man swung around. The heat from the blades was too close for comfort, pain. Not as bad as he remembered. With a growl he punched Kratos “Do you know your son sounds like a hurt goose when he is hurt?! HOOAG! HOOAG!!” 

  Heimdall chuckled as he ducked the spear, throwing it back. Kratos dodged and Heimdall's eyes caught onto the flashing talisman on his hip “That. Where’d you get it?” Kratos only charged at him, his mind filled with anger. Heimdall felt that damn spear against his throat, his back up against the wall “Luck! That’s all this is! Where is she?! Why do you have that!” Kratos yelled, pulling back the spear and stabbing Heimdall in the arm, making him scream out “Alright! Stop, stop!” 

  Heimdall cried as he slumped in defeat, Kratos turned away from him looking into the distance, his mind rebuilding his composure. “Stand down, this is your last chance to do so.” Heimdall looked up at him “You’re just gonna let me go? Why?” Kratos looked at the spear “She requested me to spare you. But I am not the monster I was so initially I would not have killed you.” Heimdall let out a cough “I don’t believe you, you captured her. Bring her home, to safety.” 

  Kratos turned to him “She is not being held against her will. She is safe, if that’s what you are worried about.” Heimdall shook his head “What is going on in that head of yours.” Kratos stayed silent, was it fear? Anger?  He could feel grief, could smell the adrenaline. Heimdall sneered when he tasted it, that thing…pity.

  “Oh…you’re not actually going to spare me out of pity?!” Kratos stood still “Is this about the boy?” Kratos tensed “Oh, I’m definitely going to gut hi-“ he said, reaching for the spear only for it to blow his arm flying across the field in pieces. Heimdall fell to his knees, tears running down as he tried to stop them, the pain grew. Kratos looked at him. Down at him. “this is your last chance.”

   Heimdall pushed himself up and Mimir sighed “I don’t think that’s gonna be enough for this one.” Heimdall looked up at Kratos. Heimdalls composure was gone, Heimdall felt nothing but glass breaking in his mind, his heart beating faster and faster against his chest. He sneered “after all of this…you think you just get to—walk away?” Heimdall turned to the exposed bone chunks of meat hanging off his bone. Then there was pain. Gods, it was unbearable. Letting out a scream, Heimdall stood up, his arm growing back lined with Bifrost; he waved it, trying it out, feeling the weight of it.

   “You do not get to decide my fate.” 

 Kratos turned back to look at the breaking man. Heimdall clenched his fist “only one of us gets out of here, and it sure as shit will not be you. You are dead, sunshine.” With a yell Heimdall punched the shield of Kratos, letting out a ring as Kratos slid to the other end of the field. 

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   You ran but stopped looking up at the sky. It looked like it was raining gold, but it was spears. You looked to your left, hopping onto the wall, climbing it, and when you were on it, you looked down, seeing Heimdall and Kratos. 

   Kratos had slammed Heimdall's face into the ground. You hopped down, running towards them as Kratos started to choke Heimdall. 

  “No!” You said using all your weight to crash into Kratos, pushing him away, you hovered over Heimdall, pulling out your sword. Kratos raised his axe, Mimir trying to get through to him. You threw your sword, Heimdall gasping under you, his hand gripping onto your thigh as you knelt down. “I’m not your enemy!” You pulled Heimdall into your chest, holding him tightly. Kratos stomped up to you, kicking your sword, gripping his axe. “What?” You said, glaring at him, “What?!” His eyes shifted 

  You knew exactly what he wanted. You looked down and pulled Gallarjorn from Heimdall's belt, making him let out a soft no, but you shushed him. Kratos snatched it, stomping away. You looked at Heimdall, tears falling down your face. You kissed his cheek, his blood smeared on your lips. “Oh my Heimdall.” You whispered 

  His hand had a death grip on your sleeve. “Don’t leave-…again.” He wheezed. You shook your head. “Heimdall I—I can’t go back. We can find—-“ Heimdall started to weep, making you freeze. “I want us to return home.” You nodded, “Okay..I’ll go anywhere you are…I love you.” 

  He was silent, his tears streaming. You only cried out small apologies, “Gods, Heimdall, I’m sorry! I love you!” You said, kissing his brow repeatedly, apologizing with love yous and kissing his face. You both sat there for as long as he needed, and you couldn’t move your legs were jelly.

   You both stayed there, you curled over him, water from the rain rising around you both. 

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Protecting a fire with bare hands 15

hostile mind.

// Lets lock in.// shit hits the fan tw: violence, gore. blah blah.

////taste that? it's your soul leaving ur throat////

   “Lord Heimdall,” you said emotionlessly, your eyes looking down at him. Heimdall stood still, arms folded. Since when have you called him lord?

———

   Heimdall and you made your way outside of Asgard. There was heavy rain. Asgard only rained when you were in distress, but you were fine; you would say something if you weren’t. Heimdall looked down as one of the kids came running to you with a wide smile, hugging onto your leg, making you stop. The kid was jumping excitedly about you having your arm back, but you sneered and grabbed the child’s arm, almost throwing him to the ground. 

   “I don’t have time for your games, runt.” The child looked up at you with wet eyes. You huffed, continuing on with Heimdall. He looked back at you, “That was quite…out of character for you.” You looked around unfazed. “I have orders to follow. No time for children, " you said plainly. Heimdall chuckled, “That I can agree on.”

   Heimdall whistled, Gulltoppr turning to him with a delighted purr, nuzzling into his hand. Heimdall turned to the group of Einherjar, tightening his arm bracers. “So what’s the plan today, golden boy?” One of the soldiers asked with a chuckle from the group. 

  Heimdall laughed along before going straight-faced. “Funny, and as a reward for your jesting, go clean Gulltopprs stall.” The soldier frowned and stood still. Heimdall waved his hand. “Go on.” He smirked, watching the man walk into the stall. 

   Heimdall sighed, looking back. “Anyone else? No? Good.” Heimdall's hand lay on Gulltopprs head. “Tonight we travel into Vanaheim with three main objectives: find Freyr's Outpost, capture Freyr, and destroy any threats to Asgard.” 

  One of the women soldiers stepped up. “And? His followers will they just be left to walk freely?” Heimdall went to answer before you stepped up. “No, we kill them, every single one.” Heimdall looked at you. “Why?” He asked, and you looked at him, almost shocked that he would ask.

“Why let them live?” You stated the soldiers cheered, “That’s what I’m talking about, nobody gets to threaten our All Father and get to keep their heads.” One exclaimed, “Also like the new look, you're one of us now.” You remain unshaken, standing still as you observe the group disbanding and readying their animals and weapons. 

   Heimdall hopped onto Gulltoppr. “Isn’t that neat? They save your life and you’re gonna repay them with their blood.” Your nose twitched slightly. “No such thing as debt.” You spat. 

  Heimdall rode up beside you, offering you a hand. “Here, hop on.” Gulltoppr nuzzled into you excitedly, but you pushed her away with a sneer. You whistled the horse that Heimdall broke in Vanaheim, walking up with heavy armor. You lifted yourself onto its saddle, grabbing the horn and pulling the reins, moving your horse back some. Heimdall sat back up with a Hand on his thigh. You always wanted to ride Gulltoppr.

   Looking down, he saw his feline companion slump sadly. He leaned down and scratched her head, making her perk up as her back foot tapped in pleasure. He smiled.

  “Alright, we’re ready to move out.” Said one of the soldiers. Heimdall nodded, and suddenly a portal opened in Vanaheim's dense forest on the other side. Heimdall rode beside you. “You’ll be leading us to his hideout.” You looked at him. “Yes, lord Heimdall.” 

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   The ride was slow, troops took care of any pests that were in the way, but other than that, it was peaceful. Heimdall had made some small talk with some of the troops, insulting Heimdall and the vanir, but you remained silent and still, like stone.

   Riding behind you, Heimdall was peering into your mind. He was pulled into it like there was an icy grip. Heimdall looked around, and everything was dark and empty. Taking a few steps, he could hear his feet hit the floor like it were wet. Always water with you.

 “Do you have to leave your snail trail everywhere?” 

  He heard in the distance. Was that him? Heimdall turned behind him, seeing a flickering light, which turned into two lights. The figure inched closer, snarling, foaming at the mouth, a dog. No, a wolf. Heimdall stepped back, the wolf gunning for him, jaw-dropping and chewing into him! 

  Heimdall gasped, being pushed from your mind, he looked down seeing the blood drops on his fists. Heimdall rubbed his nose, the blood stopping after a moment. What was that? A wolf in your mind? But where were you? All he could feel was fear, anger, and pain. Could that be you, defending yourself?

  Heimdall wiped his nose clean and sniffled a bit, looking back up. You stopped and looked around. “We’re here.” The troops scattered around in search of any of Freyrs group. Heimdall rode beside you. “It’s abandoned.” He said

 “Maybe…” Heimdall cut you off. “It is, I hear nothing. Not here or for miles.” You remained silent. 

  After minutes of searching, Heimdall called back the troops, “Let’s keep moving, we’re bound to find them.” The god said with a sigh as he turned Gulltoppr to continue down the road. 

  You stayed still. 

  Hopping down from your horse you walked into one of the makeshift tents baskets weaved by grass in the corners of the small tent along with a fireplace, the flakes on the wood was still hot, and the smell was like something was cooking, there was fat that was melting on the stick above the fire. Your head turned slowly, and your eyes caught onto marks on the floor, scratch marks. 

—-

Heimdall ran a hand over his chin, feeling the stubble that told him it was time for a shave. His thoughts were abruptly interrupted as he turned to witness a peculiar scene. You were hoisting a little elf girl by her vibrant horns, tossing her out of a tent and onto the ground with a flutter of panicked squeals. She landed at Heimdall’s feet, dust rising around her. With a swift, practiced motion, you drew your blade from its sheath. It gleamed dully in the light, strikingly silent and eerily soulless.

  You held it up to the little one’s throat, making her fall silent in fear. Looking up you pressed it harder into the girl's skin. “Freyr! You have one second to spare this girl and reveal yourself, you and your little friends come and offer yourselves up. Do that and we can avoid the hard way. You can’t hide!” 

   You looked down at the girl, pulling back your sword, preparing to strike. 

  “You wouldn’t hide.” You whispered, and suddenly you turned towards the sound of splashing water, Freyr running with his hands up in surrender, “Alright! Alright! I understand.” He said others came from their hiding spots, not many, so they weren’t a threat. “We’re here. Just don’t hurt her.” 

  Heimdall raised a brow. “Hello, sizzles, been a while. Everyone, please take a look at this…god they idolize.” Heimdall hopped off Gulltoppr and walked to Freyr circling him like he was lunch “You must feel like shit.”

   You looked up at the god with his eyes on you. Now you had already said at Asgard that you would kill them all. Anyone who worshipped Freyr dared to disobey the All-father…but something made you stop. 

 You let go of the girl, watching as she stumbled into Freyrs arms crying and shaking. He shushed her, looking at Heimdall. “Why do you hunt us? We are no threat,”  Heimdall laughed loudly. “Oh, Freyr, we both know that’s not true. The all-Father believes you are working with Freya and the uh—God killer.” Freyr clenched his jaw, and there was silence. Heimdall and he stared at each other intensely. 

   “Cloud your thoughts as much as you want, but I know the truth,” Heimdall smirked, and Freyr closed his eyes with a long sigh. “I’ve fought with you before, I know better than to try and hit you.” 

   Heimdall patted his back, pushing him to the ground on the third pat. “Good man. Helmets, take them all.” 

 You stepped up. “Too much, kill them and keep Freyr.” Freyr looked up. “No! What’re you saying?” His followers shouted in shock and backed up in fear and panic. You walked up, pulling out your sword. Heimdall turned your way, bumping shoulders, stopping you. “I would really like to understand why you want to kill these defense—… useless creatures?” He whispered, and you raised a brow. 

  “When have you backed out of getting blood on your blade?” You whispered back, looking down at him almost disrespectfully, making him sneer. “Just for that. Back down.” He said, and you furrowed your eyebrows, eyes flickering back and forth to the refugees. 

  You put away your sword, backing away, your frown turning neutral. Heimdall rubbed his forehead and turned around, waving his hand, making the Einherjar push Freyr back towards his camp along with his followers, forcing them into one of the makeshift tents. 

  Heimdall kicked at some dirt. “We’ll take base here, till the All Father is ready for us.” 

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    You stood outside the tent where they were holding Freyr, wiping your sword. You gazed into the steel. 

  Heimdall stood next to the wooden beam with Freyr tied to it. Heimdall stared at you with a soft face. Freyr leaned into his peripheral. Heimdall's mouth turned into a disgusted frown as he turned to meet with the tied-up, pathetic vanir god. 

  “You’re staring at me again…what do you want?” Heimdall turned back to face into the distance. Freyr leaned forward with a groan from being hit in the stomach by the helmet, who just wanted a laugh. “The girl…she uh-she doesn’t seem like the other Helmets.” Heimdall rolled his eyes.  

   “Save me your acts and be plain, I know you helped her, and I know she has planned against the All-Father with you. The All-Father saved her from a fate such as her blood father and mother.” Freyr looked between you and Heimdall. “What? She—She-no. You’ve got it all wrong. She didn’t do anything, not any type of planning against the old goat.” 

   Heimdall rolled his eyes. “Hold your lies, your pathetic life will soon be no more after the all father is done with you.” Freyr shook his head “Heimdall, listen asshole.” Heimdall glared back at him, kicking him in the jaw, making Freyr groan as he flexed his jaw in pain. Heimdall leaned down to face him. “Stop. Talking.” Freyr sneered, “Look into my eyes when I tell you this, the girl cares about you. I don't know why, but you and she have grown together; she told me so. Look at her!—“ 

  Freyr said, then leaned closer and whispered, “Look at her. You know this isn’t her; she was never cruel. Loyal, but never cruel. She wanted to keep everyone safe. Even her enemies, she would’ve never saved me if not.” Heimdall could see nothing but truth. “Now tell me, Heimdall, is that woman the same one you know? She’s just like your army, empty-minded and tormented by bloodlust.” Heimdall turned to look at you, his chest felt heavy. He felt his tongue get dry and his eyes burn 

   Suddenly Freyr let out a yell breaking his binds and dodging his way out of the tent he was as quick as he was stupid. Your eyes went wide as he came towards you full sprinting, laying a hand on your head as you held a dagger to his throat “I know you. This isn’t you.” Freyr was pulled from you shoved to the ground hitting his jaw hard making him cringe. You started to breathe heavily wiping your eyes letting out frustrated yells as you panicked, almost as if you wanted to take your own eyes out. “Get—get it off of me!” 

  Heimdall picked up Freyr by his hair. Freyr struggled against him until the ground started to glow a blue. You looked down eyes full of fear as roots from the world tree itself began to circle you. You looked up and reached out only to fall through the realm itself “Heimdall!” You yelled as you plummeted down. Heimdall was going to dive in after you only for the floor to turn back solid, sending him face first into the grass. 

  Embarrassing.

  Heimdall pushed himself up, turning back to Freyr. “Where did it take her?” 

 Freyr smirked, “Why don’t you peek in my mind and find out, daddy's boy.” 

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  You felt your stomach in twists as your body was twirling around as you fell, you felt your head breaking into pieces as you struggled, your vision was fizzing in and out and you could’ve sworn you were being ripped apart. One moment you were in Asgard now you’re falling through realms. Are you ever gonna catch a break?  

   Maybe a break in your fall. 

 Landing on solid ground with an “oomph” noise. You couldn’t push yourself up, making a wheezing noise, the air returning to your lungs as you looked up, seeing figures running to you. Their voices are almost unrecognizable. “Wait—That is not Yngvi.” A woman spoke, her hair brown and long, her eyes dark. 

  No shoes. You groaned as you went to push yourself up only to be held down by a tall…tall man. “Who are you? Where is Freyr?” You looked up at the talking head in the woman’s hands, his eyes golden. Then you looked at that orange tuft of hair rushing your way with…oh—the god killer. 

“Wait! I know her!” he exclaimed, recognition lighting up his face. “She tried to help me and my father deal with Garm, but… she got hurt in the process.” The last part came out almost hesitantly, a flicker of uncertainty breaking through. After all, she had endured pain and lost an arm, yet here she stood—seemingly unscathed. 

His father stepped forward, addressing the small gathering. “Indeed, she aided us. She was alongside Heimdall and Thrúd.” 

The woman turned sharply, her eyes narrowing. “Heimdall? She’s with Odin?” The tension in the air thickened, curiosity and concern intertwining as the implications settled in. Leaning towards the giant man she whispered “Why did you not kill Heimdall when you had the chance Kratos?” 

  You pushed yourself up knocking the woman off of you “Kratos? Is that your name?” The man looked at you “I am no threat, But you will put no hand on Heimdall.” The woman grabbed your arm. “You are in no position to make threats.” Loki grabbed your arm pulling you away from her “Freya she’s not like that. She’s—she’s really nice. She got the Midgardian kids inside of Asgard where they’ll be safer, she’s teaching the kids to defend themselves without becoming einherjar!”

  His father scolded him with a warning look “Boy.”

   “Father, trust me.” He pleaded with him. You looked at the woman “You are Freya? Goddess Freya, Baldurs mother?” She looked at you with a solemn expression “I am.” You looked down bowing your head “I’m sorry for your loss.” 

  She clenched her jaw, keeping silent. You looked back between her and Kratos, “if you can befriend your son's killer, you can let me go back to Vanaheim.” She shook her head “He and I are not friends. What were you doing in Vanaheim? Why shouldn’t I kill you?”

  You looked around at the group realizing it was hopeless. There was no leverage; they would just leave you for dead as they went to save Freyr. Suddenly two brothers rushed to you “Hey! The girl is decent. Ain this like fate er somethin?” Brok said Freya frowned “I gave that spell to Yngvi in case he was ever in trouble not to send stray mutts our way.” Loki looked at you “I’m sorry, Freya, that was rude.” 

   Freya scoffed “she herself looks like an einherjar her paint on her face is almost as black as night!” She pushed your head making you hold back an insult and she stopped looking at you “Your head, it has a rune.” She looked at you for a long while before grabbing your hand 

 “Come, let’s get your mind clear.”

—————-

   Heimdall left Vanaheim leaving Freyr with the troops. He needed to rest, he swears it’s like one moment you’re home and he’s so close to you that it starts to make him sick then you’re gone again. Leaving him alone. 

  He beat Freyr but he could only do so much, could break so many fingers and punch so many ribs before he left him lethally injured. He didn’t break, and his mind was filled with nonsense Heimdall couldn’t handle reading. Heimdall pushed a stray hair back into its place. His heart felt heavy when he felt his intricate braids. The night of the ceremony you had said he looked better with his hair down, he despised how it made his stomach flutter.

  When you both sat at the table at the Black Thunder and when you thanked him he could see it in your mind that you wanted to say something else, but both of you couldn’t accept it. Was that fear? Heimdall rubbed his eyes tiredly. 

  “Heimdall?” Peeking through his fingers he looked down at the kid, one of your students. “Ztephanie.” He said waiting for her to continue “Where is—“ he cut her off “She’ll return, she’s just…she’s in Vanaheim.” He cringed inwardly as the lie slipped from his lips. But he knew you…you wouldn’t want the kids worried. 

  She smiled “Doing all she can to help peace between realms. She’s so strong.” Heimdall put his arms on his hips. She looked off into the distance with a warm look then blushed looking at Heimdall “Uh—well I just, she said when she got back tonight she’d observe me using this new weapon I picked up from Tyrs Temple.” Heimdall looked at the weapon. a chain and it was hooked on a sharp blade. 

  She smiled “she said it’s a chain scythe, from another land.” Heimdall nodded “Well you keep that, you’ll learn. Don’t stay up late though.” He continued down the road but stopped, he doesn’t think he can face everyone in the lodge. It was loud there. Heimdall turned and walked to another building, an inn that really had no business only for a few citizens who were too drunk to face their wives and children. 

   Heimdall walked inside and the man at the front desk looked up at him. There was silence the man had seen Heimdall before, he knew the boy loved silence, so they never needed to speak.  

  A drunk man looked at Heimdall “Hey man, you know what I do to loosen my muscles?” Heimdall looked at the man with a roll of the eye “I think of a lovely gal and well you know. There’s some advice for you. Ah shit—you’re Heimdall.” Heimdall looked away “clever as ever sir.” 

  He walked to a room Heimdall pushed his full body against the door, closing it and falling onto a chair in a fluid motion. 

   Heimdall let out a long sigh, his mind drifting off as his muscles relaxed, he leaned over and started to undo his boots pulling them off with a pleasant sigh from him, flexing his foot that was sore from…well not walking cause Gulltoppr was doing all of that, maybe it was the kicking on the stone head vanir god. 

   He stood up body sore since he gave it a chance to rest, he undid his belt his eyes heavy and closed as he did so then he let out a shaky sigh as he felt hands rub his lower stomach slowly fingertips traveling under the band of his pants making his eyes open only for the feeling to go away. 

  His mind was playing tricks on him, cruel tricks.

  He pulled off his belt and the thing everyone called a skirt. Taking off his shirt, he looked at himself from a mirror in the open wardrobe. Long time ago he used to hate his body, his ‘brothers’ were such powerhouses. Tyr was tall, Thor was buff and large, Baldur was lean and stronger punching Thor during a drunken fight one time, ice had frosted on the ginger's beard as he flew into the roof of Black Thunder. 

   Heimdall felt silly and shut the wardrobe, lying down in the bed that was stiff but would do for the night. The moon shone on the wal,l providing a sense of comfort. Now for the next problem, he couldn’t close his eyes. 

  “Hel” he whispered, looking down at the area where the ghost feeling of hands were on his lower stomach, he knew it was your hands. He had lain next to you in the bedroll. You were a wild sleeper. He couldn't get you to rest till he laid a hand on your stomach, but it was also peaceful for him. Heimdall turned on his side the moment he closed his mind. he felt warmth against him, and it comforted him. 

  But it was just his mind. Heimdall knew all about the powers of the mind, he wasn’t stupid. One thing was for sure: he was craving you, everything about you, your smell, your voice, your body…your warmth. Your heartbeat was like a running stream, providing him with small moments of tranquility. 

   “I need you to come home…please.” 

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  You sneezed loudly, Freya mixing herbs in front of you, “Someone must be talking about you.” You raised a brow. “What?” She only shook her head, “An old superstition.” You looked down at the table. “Odin, he hexed me, turned me into a mindless soldier like his army. But he’s all I’ve known. I owe him my life and owe him his death.” 

  Freya took her fingers and placed the ointment under your nose and eyes “I know. People in power prey on the weak.” You grabbed her hand “I’m not weak.” She stared at you in silence, you let her go and she sighed “I know you’re not weak. No one could come back from being hurt so many times.” 

   Your hand rubbed against your lips over the scar, “I have to get back to Heimdall.” Freya slammed down her bowl “you can’t stop fate, you’ve talked to the Norns you know you can’t stop Heimdall and Kratos from meeting.” You shook your head “I am the protector of realms. I have lived in both Vanaheim and Asgard! I have sharpened the blades and melted the iron with gold in Asgard and I have crushed the berries and slept next to the wild bison in Vanaheim. 

  Freya closed her eyes “You can’t save everyone.” You furrowed your brows “No one. Is going to stop me from trying.” Loki, who you learned was Atreus, came to you with a bowl and spoon “Made by Tyr.” He said sitting it in front of you, you watched as the man sat across from you his figure tall.

    Heimdall has told you about Tyr…rarely but you have read his journal and breathed in his words. His books have been influencing your actions wishing for peace and a world not separated. 

  But he stared at you, and instead of warmth and spiritual peace and aura. It made your skin crawl. You shook your head forgetting about it. 

  Kratos sat down taking bites from the stew in his bowl. Freya looked down at the table “What our next move should be is returning to Vanaheim, freeing Freyr and—…” she looked at you for a second “And deal with Heimdall.” You clenched your fist, Sindri looked at your knuckles going white looking back up at you sympathetically. 

  Kratos put his spoon down “I will do what it takes to keep my son safe, but I will not kill unnecessarily.” You let out a low breath “At least someone sees sense.”

  Freya put a hand on her head “I know Heimdall and he will not stop. He has too much pride and honor—“ you slammed the table making Sindri jump “Heimdall may be those things but he is only doing what is right his father is all he knows his mothers were pulled from him he has known nothing but Asgard!” 

 Kratos looked up at you “Can you assure me he will not kill my son in Asgard as the Norns said.” You stood up pushing your hands against the table leaning over hanging your head. 

  “Is that all there is to it? Fate…may be written in stone but stone can be broken! You all have suffered great tragedy! Lost sons, daughters, I—I don’t know!” Kratos seemed to shift uncomfortably “Fate doesn’t control you! You do! I may not be in the stones but I won’t just watch as my world crumbles!” 

  Freya put a hand on your chest “It is fate! Ragnorak is foretold, Odin's death is the truth! It could change all of our lives!” You pushed her away others getting up as you put your hands on your head, you felt like your brain was boiling. 

  Sindri came up to you grabbing your hand “Sit down you’re still recovering from Odin's hold on your mind.” 

  You shook your head “I know I was made as a weapon. Made to help the—revolution against Odin somehow. Odin killed my parents, took everything from me, and in all that anguish and fear I swept me and my mother and father out to sea. With just one scream. They rest with the creatures of the deep, where they belong.” 

  You turned around putting hands on your hips looking at the arm that was once gone now back on your hip. “Asgard will fall, but I will not let you shed the blood of my friends, there are Children in that city, old women and men, animals, chickens. All of them deserve to live; they don’t deserve to be punished for Odins crimes. Thor, and Heimdall are a product of their father; they were raised as soldiers with no love and affection. They grew cold. They deserve a chance. So I won’t let you take down my city in flames without me there to get them out. That is all I ask. I don’t want war.”

  Kratos looked at you “Neither do I.” He stood up walking to you looking you in the eye. You kept your stare and without words Kratos nodded “She comes with us to Vanaheim to help our allies.” Freya let out a breath “This is ridiculous.” You smiled as Kratos turned and walked into a door Atreus followed into a separate room giving you a thumbs up with a smile. 

   You looked at Sindri who led you to the side “I think you need some new armor, something that doesn’t scream Asgard.” You looked down at your clothes dirt and grime on some of the white fabric “Here.” You picked up the folded armor he gave you “I took some inspiration from Heimdalls design, you guys seem like two pods in a pea…two peas in a pod? Anyways you guys have been together and you both stand for what you believe in.” 

  You rubbed over some of the details like embroidered waves on the top “Every fabric is from every different realm. I know Heimdalls fast but you’re strong, you endure hits and you have thick skin, so, here’s something to help you out with your future adventures.” 

   You smiled and kissed his cheek making him smile then gag “thanks” you whispered, walking to a room. 

   You sat down on a bed pulling out your sword, it didn’t make the same noise it felt empty. 

  “Hello?” You whispered, you heard no answer “My friend? I need your advice. I need to get back, stop a war…tell Heimdall his father is wrong. I don’t know what to do…don’t abandon me.” You sniffled eyes watering as tears fell on the blade.

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    Heimdall frowned as he felt you pull his bare back into your bare chest “God's woman, I’m trying to rest.” You only chuckled, nibbling his ear, making him slap your leg that was wrapped around his. You let out a sigh as you sniffed in his scent “I love you, gods you’re so amazing.” Heimdall let out a low sigh as he melted into your words he loved words, millions could touch but words were powerful and praise gave him something he never had. Heimdall relaxed his shoulder tilting his head. You let out a chuckle as you jokingly licked his jaw making him wriggle uncomfortably.

  “you’re so beautiful Heimdall.” He let out a soft moan as you kissed his neck, he’s been in charge of people and things for so long, he wanted to be putty in your hands. He whispered “Keep going.” You only kissed his cheek “Can’t right now my love.” He let out a scoff “For fucks sake, why not?” You smiled against his shoulder “You have to find me, I’m not here…I know you miss me.”

 Heimdall jolted awake letting out a gasp. He started to let down his hair with a heavy sigh, his eyes grew wet, it was still dark outside, he laid back down hair surrounding his face. He would not sleep for the rest of the night.

   When the sun rose Heimdall was already walking from Dark Feathers into Vanaheim. His troops bowed down to him “Heimdall, some of his followers got away.” Heimdall with dark circles under his eyes grimaced at the soldier and how his mind reeked with his own anxiety. 

  With a wave he dismissed him. followers were nothing without someone to follow. Walking into the tent with Freyr he sat down on a sturdy basket looking at Freyr. The man stared up at him Freyr chuckled, his breathing wheezing when he took a breath in “Someone didn’t get enough sleep, dreaming about a woman, yea?” Heimdall pointed his blade at him “how do you know that?”

   Freyr let out a laugh that turned into a bunch of “Ah! Ouch! Ooh.” He only composed himself “Just a guess Heimdall you know I dream about women all the time, they comfort me.” Heimdall let out an annoyed grumble tracing the floor with the tip of his sword. Heimdall looked at Freyr “What?” He said and Freyr shrugged “I mean, Heimdall I know you as much as you hate to even think I do, I do.” 

   Heimdall shook his head “I can see your mind. I'm not convinced and I’m not going to speak about my father. But you’re going to speak about Freya and Kratos, what are they planning?” 

  Freyr clenched his jaw and Heimdall pushed further into his mind his purple gaze intensified Freyr couldn’t even dare to look away, Heimdall shook his head “War, they wish to start Ragnarok and take down Asgard?” Freyr let out a sigh in defeat. Heimdall took the horn from his belt looking at the object he remembered he couldn’t believe he had to carry around a horn before his own sword, he asked his brothers why couldn’t their father just lock it away. 

   Freyr and Heimdall sat in silence. Freyr had been the first to say it “What happened to us?” Heimdall rubbed his mouth tiredly “You know what happened, you ran off instead of taking accountability.” Freyr sneered “I ran for my life, from your people your brother. You’re the protector, you should have been there, Heimdall! I was set on fire because your people had no patience. They wanted to learn spellcraft then blamed me for their failure.” 

  Heimdall put a hand under his chin “They said you were the caster. Who was I going to choose Freyr? They’re my people” 

“I was your friend! You called me your Brother!” Freyr snapped at him struggling against his binds. Heimdall looked down “It can’t be changed now so I don’t know why we are speaking about this.” 

  Freyr rolled his eyes as Heimdall got up, walking away “I do enjoy our moments…this is all we have to catch up.” He said walking outside. 

———-

    You, Atreus and Kratos met up with an ally of theirs “Hildisvini!” Atreus smiled and the man nodded “Hello fellow shapeshifter.” Kratos walked with him “Where is Freya, she came to rescue her brother.” The man nodded “She’s leading the search party for Freyr and Bvggir. They’ve been captured and some of us got away.” He stopped and turned to you “I see you brought one of them that threatened a little elf girl's life to me.” 

   You raised a brow “What? I don’t—“ 

 He stopped you “Don’t remember? I do not blame you, your mind was not your own.” Walking towards you slowly he suddenly pulled you into a hug “It’s good to see you again, protector of realms.” You hugged him back “I’m sorry for anything I did when I wasn’t me.” 

  Pulling away he continued on “Another problem is the celestial wolves haven’t been seen for days now.” Kratos and Atreus looked at each other Atreus looked down “The moon?” Hildisvini shook his head “Taken, captured.” Atreus frowned “Like in the prophecy.” You looked up at the sky, the sun majestic as it was scorching, shining over your face. 

   Continuing down the trail you all turned to a giant rock blocking the way “Freya said you could clear the way.” He said looking at Kratos. Kratos made quick work using the spear, throwing it into a wedge blowing the rock apart. Hildisvini nodded “Is that your weapon against Heimdall?” Atreus looked at you but you only smiled back, closing your mind to it. 

  Kratos nodded “Only if it comes to that.” Hildisvini pointed down the trail “If you keep going their den is resting there.” 

—

   You all had realized that you would need to find the moon in order to wake the sleeping beasts, Kratos had found a base where Einherjar traversed you pulled a cloth over your mouth Kratos having you stay back to avoid any word of you working with Kratos making its way to Odin, but you only cared if Heimdall would know.

  They made quick work of the soldiers and the second time they were ambushed you watched how Kratos started to use his own fists leaving the Einherjar to mist as they returned to Valhalla. 

   Making your way to the opening the three of you saw a wyvern and it was not happy to see those two but you, it has smelt you before in Asgard. Confusion in its senses it didn’t attack even though its master yelled at it. Kratos and Atreus had attacked the trainer but you reached out for the Wyvern “Hello seize. Remember me?” The bird clicked and cooed snuggling into your hand. You slowly started to undo its restraints pulling the reins out of its mouth, half of these animals were being led against their will but you were always around the animals. 

   She shook her wings letting out a small call of thanks and she took flight “Bye bye seize.” You said dropping the reins and looking over as Kratos finished off the Einherjar. Atreus and him gathered around an object and you stood behind them looking at the glowing blue object “It’s cold, could it be from helheim? Heimdall must’ve grabbed it while he was helping capture Garm, I—I’m so stupid I didn’t see it.” 

  You put a hand on his shoulder Kratos watching you closely as you went to comfort his son “It’s alright carrot top, Heimdall is fast, sneaky. Hels I didn’t even see him, it was a hectic day don’t feel guilty, we’re going to fix it.” 

  Atreus smiled and held the object to you “Do you want to hold onto it” you shook your head “You do the honors.” He nodded and pocketed it running to a wall that he started to climb. Kratos and you made eye contact he grunted and you nodded to him “Thank you for allowing me a chance to get back to Heimdall. I won’t lie, I don’t think I can convince him to back down, can you really beat him?” 

  Kratos nodded “Yes.” You huffed “Can you beat him till there’s no fight left in him, let me get a chance to talk to him.” Kratos shook his head “I make no promises.” You frowned “Well I do, And I promise you this, I’m not losing any more of my loved ones.” Kratos nodded “And I won’t let anyone hurt my son.” 

  You both made your way back to Atreus. He stood in front of the sleeping wolves and he looked at his father. “Well—here goes nothing.” Putting the object on the floor he used his knife breaking the object blue fog flying into the air. Both of the beasts looked at Atreus standing up with a snarl that turned docile walking towards the cliff looking up at the sky. You let out a shaky breath staring at the darker one with blue eyes. It reminded you of the story you told at dinner in Asgard about the black wolf with green eyes. The wolf approached you and you felt your eyes grow wet. Atreus grabbed your hand “He knows you.” Your lip wobbled “Says your mother used to bring them feasts as thanks.” You felt the wolf let out a cold icy breath on your face making you smile. 

  Atreus walked back to the cliff holding up his bow ready to shoot before relaxing “If I do th-“ you put a hand up “We will deal with the consequences, but your friends need help.” 

  Atreus looked to his father and nodded, aiming at the sun before shooting. You smiled watching the beautiful sky turn night. 

———————-

   Meeting up with Freya she traded places with Atreus. You went to follow Kratos but Freya put a hand on your shoulder “Go help Yngvi.” You looked at Kratos who shook his head “Fine.” You stopped and turned back to them “Heimdall will probably have Gulltoppr with him, please, don’t hurt her. She has no control over Heimdall; he tamed her.” 

  Kratos grunted “I’ve known many animals who died for men’s causes. I will do my best to not hurt the beast.” You nodded “thank you. Here, it could help you.” Kratos looked at your hand, it was a relic the one that Heimdall gave you. “It’ll help you react quicker. Swear.” 

  Kratos took it and hooked it on his side.

  When they were out of site you followed Atreus you held him back watching Einherjar pushing the light elf you were sent to save to a rock Atreus looked around and tapped your shoulder pointing to a hill with the others “What’s the plan” you asked and Atreus was lost for words. You held the bridge of your nose “You all came here with no plan?” Atreus shrugged “I think they said a signal?” You looked at him “You don’t remember?” 

  You both recoiled watching as Hildisvini shot an arrow into a guard you didn’t notice was searching for you both. Now Atreus remembers the plan. 

  “We have to go to Bvggir first. If we take Freyr and they see he’s gone they’ll kill Bvggir cause he has no use to them. You go to him, I'll go to Freyr.” You looked at him “split up? Atreus, I can’t let you go on your own.” He only held your hand “There’s nowhere in the realms where the protector of realms can’t find me.” 

  Before you could object he ran off, blending with the forestry. You let out a huff crawling through the grass. You made your way behind the tent using your sword. You looked at it, your reflection blurry, you silently begged for it to share advice, encouraging words. You cut a slit into the tent peeking in you counted two Einherjar…Barvis and phoebena you had train with them, they used to kick you down and Heimdall would give them that treatment back, you always wondered why Odin didn’t convert you when you were younger, into a Einherjar. 

  You sighed taking a long breath 

‘quick and easy…slice like a hot knife through butter. Wield your steel like water weightless, strong, and soft.’ In one fluid motion you cut into the tent rolling into it and standing up slicing up into the stomach of Barvis and shoving your sword into the skull of Pheobena they disappeared into the air. 

 Bvggir started to quietly plead you couldn’t blame him you stood in front of him seemingly to just have popped out of nowhere like the devil. You wiped the ashes of your peers and turned to Bvggir “Quiet, it’s me. I’m not under Odin's influence anymore” Bvggir smiled happily and you helped him up “Thank gods. It’s so good to see you.” You nodded “let’s get you back to your woman.” 

    Suddenly there was a flare that you saw fly out into the sky. You felt your stomach churn. Walking outside the tent you looked at Atreus and the others fighting as Freyr held his stomach with groans. You ran over grabbing Freyrs hand. He chuckled, “We have to stop meeting like this.” You nodded “I apologize for whatever I did.” He only shook his head “Hels I can’t imagine the torment in your mind. But my sister took care of you.” 

  You smiled “Thank you, we’re even now.” Freyr shook his head “No, now we’re friends.” You both ducked hearing the boom before feeling it as it sent you and Freyr flying. You saw Atreus and Hildisvini fighting off Einherjar as the dark elf beyla took her beloved away from the fighting. You stood up grabbing your sword, in the corner of your eye you saw a bird fly into view before turning into Freya “Yngvi!” She smiled, picking her brother into her embrace.

   You looked around “Where’s Kratos?” Freya turned to you “Buying us time, he faces Heimdall, come let’s be swift.” You felt your wrist grabbed but you only pulled it from her “No—No I- I go.” She shook her head “No! We need you.” She grabbed your arm a second time pulling you back. You turned around following Freya but your feet grew heavy, the dirt squishing under you. Mud. But what water? rain. You looked up at the rainfall falling onto your face, listening silently you heard a woman’s distorted voice speak almost as if many spoke out of one body. 

   “Our blade, our sword. Heimdallr needs you, our son needs you. Please.” You looked down at the water that fell at your feet “Who are you?”

  “We are the seas of every realm, we are the sisters that provide life, we are the ones who gave life to our Heimdallr.” You let out a shaky breath “I thought you were confined by Odin.”

 “We have been with you all your life. Your mother brought you to us, into the water as she plummeted into our icy depths.” You sighed “Yes, to be a weapon. Odin told me.” The rain fell harder “Odin has spent years picking from your mind, go to Heimdallr, bring him to safety. Return to us, return to the sea and we will reveal the truth.” 

   The rain stopped and you looked on at the group struggling to get Freyr away and you turned towards the water from the rain that flowed deeper into the wilderness. You could see paw prints, large paws. You let out a whisper “Gulltoppr.” You took a deep breath walking away from the scene towards the wilderness, towards Heimdall. It felt right in your heart but your stomach churned thinking of leaving the others, soon your feet picked up as you started sprinting.

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    Heimdall felt the blood from his cheek watching Kratos get up and running at him for the third time, why? Why would this man not just die? 

    Heimdall slid away from those ugly grotesque blades that the man swung around. The heat from the blades was too close for comfort, pain. Not as bad as he remembered. With a growl he punched Kratos “Do you know your son sounds like a hurt goose when he is hurt?! HOOAG! HOOAG!!” 

  Heimdall chuckled as he ducked the spear, throwing it back. Kratos dodged and Heimdall's eyes caught onto the flashing talisman on his hip “That. Where’d you get it?” Kratos only charged at him, his mind filled with anger. Heimdall felt that damn spear against his throat, his back up against the wall “Luck! That’s all this is! Where is she?! Why do you have that!” Kratos yelled, pulling back the spear and stabbing Heimdall in the arm, making him scream out “Alright! Stop, stop!” 

  Heimdall cried as he slumped in defeat, Kratos turned away from him looking into the distance, his mind rebuilding his composure. “Stand down, this is your last chance to do so.” Heimdall looked up at him “You’re just gonna let me go? Why?” Kratos looked at the spear “She requested me to spare you. But I am not the monster I was so initially I would not have killed you.” Heimdall let out a cough “I don’t believe you, you captured her. Bring her home, to safety.” 

  Kratos turned to him “She is not being held against her will. She is safe, if that’s what you are worried about.” Heimdall shook his head “What is going on in that head of yours.” Kratos stayed silent, was it fear? Anger?  He could feel grief, could smell the adrenaline. Heimdall sneered when he tasted it, that thing…pity.

  “Oh…you’re not actually going to spare me out of pity?!” Kratos stood still “Is this about the boy?” Kratos tensed “Oh, I’m definitely going to gut hi-“ he said, reaching for the spear only for it to blow his arm flying across the field in pieces. Heimdall fell to his knees, tears running down as he tried to stop them, the pain grew. Kratos looked at him. Down at him. “this is your last chance.”

   Heimdall pushed himself up and Mimir sighed “I don’t think that’s gonna be enough for this one.” Heimdall looked up at Kratos. Heimdalls composure was gone, Heimdall felt nothing but glass breaking in his mind, his heart beating faster and faster against his chest. He sneered “after all of this…you think you just get to—walk away?” Heimdall turned to the exposed bone chunks of meat hanging off his bone. Then there was pain. Gods, it was unbearable. Letting out a scream, Heimdall stood up, his arm growing back lined with Bifrost; he waved it, trying it out, feeling the weight of it.

   “You do not get to decide my fate.” 

 Kratos turned back to look at the breaking man. Heimdall clenched his fist “only one of us gets out of here, and it sure as shit will not be you. You are dead, sunshine.” With a yell Heimdall punched the shield of Kratos, letting out a ring as Kratos slid to the other end of the field. 

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   You ran but stopped looking up at the sky. It looked like it was raining gold, but it was spears. You looked to your left, hopping onto the wall, climbing it, and when you were on it, you looked down, seeing Heimdall and Kratos. 

   Kratos had slammed Heimdall's face into the ground. You hopped down, running towards them as Kratos started to choke Heimdall. 

  “No!” You said using all your weight to crash into Kratos, pushing him away, you hovered over Heimdall, pulling out your sword. Kratos raised his axe, Mimir trying to get through to him. You threw your sword, Heimdall gasping under you, his hand gripping onto your thigh as you knelt down. “I’m not your enemy!” You pulled Heimdall into your chest, holding him tightly. Kratos stomped up to you, kicking your sword, gripping his axe. “What?” You said, glaring at him, “What?!” His eyes shifted 

  You knew exactly what he wanted. You looked down and pulled Gallarjorn from Heimdall's belt, making him let out a soft no, but you shushed him. Kratos snatched it, stomping away. You looked at Heimdall, tears falling down your face. You kissed his cheek, his blood smeared on your lips. “Oh my Heimdall.” You whispered 

  His hand had a death grip on your sleeve. “Don’t leave-…again.” He wheezed. You shook your head. “Heimdall I—I can’t go back. We can find—-“ Heimdall started to weep, making you freeze. “I want us to return home.” You nodded, “Okay..I’ll go anywhere you are…I love you.” 

  He was silent, his tears streaming. You only cried out small apologies, “Gods, Heimdall, I’m sorry! I love you!” You said, kissing his brow repeatedly, apologizing with love yous and kissing his face. You both sat there for as long as he needed, and you couldn’t move your legs were jelly.

   You both stayed there, you curled over him, water from the rain rising around you both. 

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[genesiseven]

I actually might be insane for heimdall MEYAOOOWOWOWOWOOWOW REQUEST SOME FANFICS RIGHT NOW BABES

[genesiseven]

Hiii hope you’re doing well!! Could I request fluff headcanons for Chigiri with a reader who is shy and awkward but is the type to spoil their s/o and do whatever they ask? Tysm!!

⎯⎯ ֶָ ✦ 𝒇𝒔𝒎 ⋆ 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈.ᐟ.ᐟ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤᥕᥲrᥒ . mention of pregnancy (not for the reader but for a rodent lmao)

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤᥕord coᥙᥒt . 1.7 k

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤᥴoᥒtᥱᥒt . Fluff, Hyoma Chigiri, shy, awkward, indulging s/o, rich! s/o (it's not ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤexplicitly mentioned that reader is rich but the way they materialistically spoil ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤhyoma implies it!)

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsᥙm . How Hyoma Chigiri is with a shy, awkward, rich! s/o but a pamperer ᡣ𐭩

𐙚 now, to start, to most people - chigiri’s confident, bratty and even arrogant at times personality, combined with your shy and awkward personality would be a chaotic combo. And it is! Chigiri would be the type of guy who would stand up for you and angrily speak to the waiter ‘they said they didn't want pickles in this’ while you sit in your seat and squirm in your seat trying to avoid the waiter’s gaze, while was apologetic, felt like he was throwing daggers at you who felt insanely apologetic for the waiter!

𐙚 shopping mall dates. Alot of shopping mall dates.

𐙚 it mostly consists of Hyoma dragging you to different and hotspots of the mall where there are a lot of buzz going around on some of the shop items while he is ranting your ears off about some random hair care product that was a total scam and almost ruined his luscious hair

𐙚 yapper + listener duo <33

𐙚 hyoma often feels guilty whenever you spend too much money on him during your shopping sprees, even if he was the one to take you to it, he felt as if he was the one who should be paying more and even a 50/50 so you'll have to reassure him to the best of your abilities that you don't mind </3

𐙚 whenever the two of you are in a clothing shop located within the mall, there always I mean always no matter what has to be a mock runway where you have to strut with him and the entire time he's like a runway coach “no no, you have to place one foot over the other- no! Oh my gosh you have to put long gaps between your walks. I told you this before!” (this is obligatory. No, he will not allow you to say that your legs hurt. Yes, he will take pictures.)

𐙚 and of course, he takes the cat walk and you take the horse walk. Oh, Did I mention iconic + classy duo? That's you and your man <33

𐙚 this man has a way of making you feel so confident and energetic while you're strutting with him even if people are looking, and the entire time you two are just laughs, nothing is ever serious and it's always such a light hearted moment with teases and witty remarks between you two. That's why every moment spent between you two always has a special unforgettable place in your heart!

𐙚 whenever he's the one listening to you and you are the one trying to speak, he sometimes replies for you if you can't find a word or you're struggling to group together a few sentences in either a normal articulated manner or a humorous manner. And as I said, this only occurs during times when your mind blanks and chigiri always knows when your mind blanks and it's only then he fills in for you. He's never overbearing in a way that you feel as if he's talking for you.

𐙚 he lets you pick and lead the pace and he listens and follows patiently. And to add to that, despite his confident and almost excited type of personality, I feel like the way in which he speaks and also his tone subtly adjusts to yours. For example, if you're soft spoken and speak slowly, his tone becomes calmer and he speaks in a laid back manner. If you're frantic with the way you speak and speak nervously, he will respond with a positive response; speaking fastly and also in an excited manner and it balances each other in the way they converse!

𐙚 you two would do alot of tiktok trends together, some uploaded with your approval and others just for funs. And this also means you can't catch a break especially on weekends because chigiri would have chronically online tendencies despite his healthy sleep schedule (one that you don't have, stop reading this at night during witching hours and go back to sleep mi amor 💔)

𐙚 he would come rushing to you while you're on the couch picking out something to watch and immediately shove his phone in your face showing you a recent dumb trend going viral and he knew all he had to do was look at you with puppy dog eyes and say please to get you to join in on the trend. This man lowkey takes an advantage of your indulgent personality to get you to do the dumbest shit with him

𐙚 definitely would do the skin care trend where you come in and inspect the face mask on his face and point at it before you too fall victim to his 44 step skin care routine

𐙚 if you're the indoor type of person who likes to cuddle under the blankets on the couch or bed, chigiri would definitely make you play sandbox games with him, especially minecraft and he's definitely gonna beg you to buy it for him so you both can play.

𐙚 he would be the type of guy that's like “you're the green to my pink” and put his pink bed next to your green one in minecraft (he made you take the green one because he's literally a pink princess wdym he has to have the green one are you insane)

𐙚 he would probably push you into watching a lot of movies such as gossip girl which obv is his favourite, mostly drama and/or gossip series, or any kind of series with him on his free days and you two are likely to lay on the couch for hours wrapped in each other's arms while feeding popcorn to each other and mindlessly watch how the character explains how her life was ruined by a squirrel who made her pet hamster pregnant

𐙚 cosmic level blanket hogger. This only happens when you or him are not sleeping in each other's arms. If you sleep with your back turned to him, this man wouldn't sleep until you are dead asleep and yank, I mean SNATCH the blanket from you and leave you shivering in the cold. (Proceeds to immediately scoop you up in his arms when he lowkey feels guilty and makes sure to sleep with a death grip around you so you wouldn't slip away from him and also out of slight spite because of you initially not wanting to be in his arms while you slept)

𐙚 he's probably the type to give you the pickles and tomato bits from his hamburger to you, claiming it's good for health but we both know he just doesn't like it and when you call him out on it, this man gets all sassy with a princess attitude claiming that it's a token of his love and appreciation

𐙚 sometimes chigiri worries for your indulgent personality as he's scared of people taking advantage of your overindulgence and kindness. And you know damn well he's likely to give a 30 minute lecture with you sitting on the couch and him standing with a white board listing down when to say no and when to start crashing out when you realise and know certain people, such as ‘friends’ are taking advantage of you.

𐙚 but if you're the type that avoids confrontation, you chose the wrong guy because he is the confrontation. I'm talking, this man will stand up and literally start pointing fingers and cursing their families and upcoming generations to hell and beyond if he sees them taking advantage of your indulgence, like; asking for large sums of money, doing their works, etcetc right in front of him so blatantly. Hyoma would also pull some karate chops if you don't hold him back (his knees are holding him back so you don't have to do much ❤️)

𐙚 now, to really talk about indulging, you wouldn't be the sole indulger of your relationship, oh no, he would be the type of guy that would indulge in you as well!

𐙚 imagine he’s invited to a ballon d'or award gathering a week prior and you don't have any dresses that you deem is acceptable for such an event, this man will literally throw you his phone and wallet and simply tell you to go on Pinterest, pick at least 5 dresses or more of your liking, and the moment your eyes even twinkle at one dress, the dress suddenly appears in your wardrobe with a note and beautiful full bloomed rose flower. The note said, “from your beautiful, amazing and ever more loving man of your dreams, chigiri <3” btw, he does for each dress he bought for you with a similar note, all basically praising himself light heartedly.

𐙚 in the case of people making you uncomfortable, imagine that at the ballon d'or event, where he's sitting alongside with you with a ballon d'or in your arms, he'd be talking to a few of his fellow teammates and opponents languidly with a proud, confident and an almost smug expression on his face. And if someone even slightly invades your personal space, God bless the person who does because the moment you tug on his suit he'd immediately understand and tell the man to back off with a smile so creepy the man would have shivers even thinking of the club chigiri plays for

𐙚 this is not the case for when any person, his teammate, friend, or not, jokingly remarks how awkward and a “shut off” introvert you are. This man is ripping them, literally tearing them apart character by character, looks by looks regardless if he knows them or not. Hyoma would make sure that every bit of his insults hit the mark, as well as his warning all with a superior smirk on his face. And for the rest of day, he would be walking around with arm slinged around your waist securely and he'd reassure you whenever he sees your smile falter even by an inch <3

𐙚 the other ways he indulges you is through subtle glances and listening intently to the way your face lights up at certain items or places like a comfortable, sleek jersey, high quality headphones, amusement parks, mention of aquarium or other such places. Even passing comments about wanting to visit an art gallery or wanting to try a couple's activities does not escape him! And even if he sometimes comes off as aloof to other people, what they don't know is that he would make sure to bring you to every place and buy you everything that made your eyes light up the same you light up his heart <3

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hihi omg I hope you enjoyed this, 'm sorry for the long wait hehe but ty for this ask and I hope you have a nice day too my cloud <3

[holmesandtheroman]

NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

[genesiseven]

What greek chants do I have to say to summon the gow fandom

[meowmaii]

Good morning it is 4:40 am in the morning and I have cometh with an inquiry

Is the gow fandom still alive and feining for heimdall 🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥

[genesiseven]

Guys anything, request anything, Im feining for heimdall I NEED SCENARIOS 💔💔💔

[genesiseven]

YIPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE